Homeland
Snowballs to close calls… we've watched hope call
Another so called journey, in life's random draw…
weaving in and out of landed falls.
Forestalling coasts n mall's ive hosted mauls…
Late night brawls ended in female tear shed.
Another's blood bled… for instinct, a hundred gunshot reapers fed
The moon rises… cries out demise as northern lights cascade…
The clouds fade opening up hearts dumbfounded… but in place
a pace driven into equilibrium, crisp air it's space.
I face my past and present… resenting each present…
False given… not the reason I was ever driven
Seeing the fade'n day… as others pray to remove the jade…
Grass glades n swans calls made… seamlessly echo away.
The mate left alone to contemplate choices strung in blades…
I may be crazed… but I believe in this land
as much as this life gave me hands…
somehow my soul always reverts n' plays out this plan
I've ripped down a thousand canvases made of sand.
n' with tears shed and bloody stumps for hands.
the lumps in my glands, subside when i draw breath where i stand.
the view grand from mountain tops... these snowy rocks.
juggle peaks... eyes stuck, sick of reading chalk
this where i was grown and taught...
slowly got... my subtle grip on life.
Wilderness where some strip survival off a knife
eyes unclouded... no wrong or right..
but a voiceless law... that dissipates with the night.