Vivid visions of the past lurk me,
I’m walking on the avenues of once a quick man’s vision,
driving in car models a dead man thought
and voting with rights dead men and women fought—
for, we’re all living life through dead men’s visions—
books of laws and morals woven by dead men’s *****—
subconscious slaves to dead ways.
So ask me about “life” and I’ll reply,
*I’m still waiting to live like my master
for everyone that lives dies
but everyone that dies lives.

(the city had fought the fortnight before)
fire burned through the little skirts
and plastic lunch boxes
carrying the nourishment of our future
doctors and worldshakers—

                                 Future
tax paying Americans
And beacon of the nation.

Wide awake, in the thoughts of a light bulb,
(Where sidewalk stairs politic with the devil,)
A raindrop fell and whispered to the asphalt,
“Tell me what you know about happiness…”
And somewhere, in the middle of a pineapple parade,
A Pepsi can smiled and danced the night away with Nyquil labels.

I'm fascinated at your thoughts
They cross mine all the time
I can't wait for the things you say
whether in a text or in a rhyme.

To be in love with someone's looks,
is a common thing I'm told;
but to love to the very deepest part
is to love another's soul.

And so I love with a love so strong
that binds me to a prayer,
that maybe one day you'll rhyme for me
instead of someone who doesn't care.

I wish I could fly like the wind,
across borders, past rivers, like the sky's kin,

I wish to fly past you like a passing breeze,
I wish to hold your hand when your hopes cease,

I wish to breathe within you like the waft of a flower,
I wish to caress your hair, like the streaming drops of a rainy shower,

I wish I could fly like the wind,
across borders, past rivers, like the sky's kin,

I wish I could run ahead of your path,
and warn you of the harm, that awaits with a silent wrath,

I wish like the wind I could spell sounds into your ear,
tell you stories, I live with just your dreams, here,

Apart, aloof of my voice, and thought,
there you reside where your dreams you sought,

I love you is all I hide,
from you, for your dreams to stride,

and so I feel the pain and urge,
to love you more, with each tidal surge,

and so ,

I wish I could fly like the wind,
across borders, past rivers to be your kin.