Drum shakes fold old stone wall mold chill morn with my girl.. crashin’ flashin’ passion from her nude gal’s image hurled..
Din come sound of walls and ground a siren speeds somewhere.. could be to a madness act.. or place where no one cares..
Story got no glory always taken in fine toys.. entertain industry stain mindline of girls.. boys..
Child mine came in her time spoke serious to me.. from mind screen.. some place.. some scene.. asked ‘Daddy what is free?!’
I smile.. heart lent tear to eye in good light we bask.. ‘free is private in your home.. fear no thought to ask’..
Some free taken when mistaken by bacon mind ghouls.. dead in life.. they tread with gun or knife.. chaining fools..
Rain explains as does bobcat as infant with first cry.. loud a wail toe.. head to tale.. each second wonders why..
Free is joy each move each cry as time pounds fated song.. free is what is meant to be.. high sense of true and strong..