Birds Chirping on a Tree
But the Grass is not Green
Rain and Mist Drown
The Approach of Dawn
as if the Beat were Slow and Ground
Trying to be Seen
But all sides of Signs are Obscene
like a Fading Dream Woke to Screams
of Reality when Life's Vitality
are High near Death
and Fear of Fatality ... Abstract
From the Facts , Off Track and Swept Off your feet
too Discrete to see and Obstacles Defeat
in another mans Shoes
may be another mans Dreams
bog made in the mind of a Maze
Slain by the Creation times like Haste
Insane Sensations and Cravings to Play
before work can Pay Wasted days Wasted
Appraised to stay and say crazy Shades of Grey and Blue
have Cast a Dark spell on the Moon
when night is gloom and lights never Soon
Consumed by Doom
Screwed by those who Knew
but Choose the Flu
that Rose and Grew
like a Rose in Bloom
by Thorns that are more than Ordinary
and the Sight of something so Sweet
Inside is so Scary
like Cold Feet when right too be Married
when Broken Bonds are Spoken Strong
and Hope is Gone you Cope with Wrong
this would not be a Poem if i spoke of Bombs
but fuck it get Blunted and smoke some Bong's