Down around denial ground a fine toy gun fine metal found a way in passing days fore age of thirty..
Cap pistols and CO2 push propellant straight and true.. later never know how it grew dirty..
Same dude same little child learned what primitive folk styled.. just to know himself to sense the years.. some just spin a TV dance.. battles won.. wars with ants.. writers stories over beers at Joe’s..
Moment comes the nothing act.. bleeds and kills.. becomes a fact.. a momentary star dead on the news..
Small area miles preserved.. how they burn.. they got the nerve to serve up horror gossip lies as true..
Not a wrong.. aint none so dense.. spears like bullets have no sense.. blood is blood no reason true.. for what ‘Commercial Dude’ may do..
Remorse to stink of guilt created all forget their own sub-fated in an ad selling Knight armor mail.. ‘Commercial Dude’.. watches the game.. hoots and howls.. hand their shame.. until they build another liars tale..
There and there.. and long before.. fearful.. primal.. evil’s whore.. recent decades sad burn books in fear..
Let the young grow.. let them breath.. feel a win.. learn.. teach bequeath.. nothing round to nothing not again..
Bet you all would love to know.. happiness above.. below.. industry reflected such a shine..
What you love.. what you fear.. is not found in how you appear.. a lie can only recognize in kind..
Wind strong blows them clouds above.. far and near.. hawk and dove.. round our home we all want peace of mind..
Live you real.. live you true.. lies cannot.. hide what is you.. work you play you live you busy Jones..
Woodworks.. paint.. athletic feint.. all along windchimes and saints.. quiet peace a song heard evermore..
Alice had a looking-glass.. dreams clear crystal.. a touch of class.. waits by clover paths your heart adores..