The Sun

Long before the sun may fall from the sky,
All its wants to do is get really high,
To warm the hearts and minds of all mankind,
Round and round
               for the rest of our lives.

Beyond the Grave

I'm not there,
        to reinforce the crew,
so don't be scared,
         when my veil follows you,

w
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     p
       e
         r
          s

              from the moonlight,

please tie this noose,
          please tie this noose,
just hang it from this chandelier,
          and knock this chair loose

A Drifters Bend

Floating,
down the river,
I try to catch my breath,

ironically laughing
 as my raft is filled,
with my wasted breath,

I'm passed a can,
and crack open this beer,

as birds fly by,
chirping beautify amongst each other,

with the stream low,
we tie our rafts together,

so the rocks don't,
impede our members,

rope burn is the price,
we all must pay to progress together,

the river turns,
around the bend,
to this own,
drifters end,

Realizing in and unending bliss that:

Bridges come,
and bridges go,
they connect the dots,
to our social plots,

What Am I?

I think,
          of what i am,
        to become,
    a new man,

The same,
         story goes,
                for all of us,
           I suppose,

These nights,
        and these days,
are becoming,
     the same,

How to change,
    This redundant way,

Think!
                                    I am thinking!
                                                         I am dreaming thought out this day.