You who lay naked to my probing mind.. do you feel my heart caring so?
What makes distance is it my directed way found foul?
Words are callous to describe.. finding you.. seeing you.. as a shining soul..
Up this mountain once again.. lowland a known trail.. there! something new.. could not see before.. a prize.. gem in my mind.. heart smiles looking on.. see it.. know it.. yet fleeting.. ever fleeting.. damned fear in the greeting..
magnified to hatred in my kind.. larger growing showing populace at large.. to separate my dream from mountainsides.. robber sickness grown to murder politicking rides..
fleeting ever fleeting.. past always retreating from the school.. leaving world of murder.. robber fools..
Thought.. ‘As I question brutality of my poem written.. I am at peace with it.. for there is no brutality.. no obscenity of mankind that can match war or the capacity for delusion.. common sense.. credible science.. is no match for purposeful insanity.. most find war.. know war.. to be insane.. I seek no justification in the madness of others.. I seek no reason or excuse in the madness of others.. for reason is dead when insanity rules unknowing’.. Peace Tony