One thousand poems to make a tome.. help me save one life.. cross the lands..ocean to sands.. cyborg posers rife..
Soulless names play others’ games lost track of a heart.. always there.. always to care.. from end back to start..
Look here reverse engineer souls to time of clean.. time when laughter.. carved teak rafters.. true to do and lean.. loud quiet.. brag deny it.. let me know your scene.. from your soapbox honey.. B U Freshman or The Dean..
time goes by I would love to see each artist true.. unique speak.. guarantee freak colors gold to blue.. quiet whisper flow or megaphone to crowd.. something your heart tells you..
would make grandpa proud..
Thought.. ‘No matter what I see or am aware of.. first and most important.. I must know my heart finds purpose in my actions.’