And if i shall no more
Remember my way
The step find a home
I can call be again.

And if might no hope
Be there no to have
And men be right all
To call me disgrace.

And if night to come
To stay be for ever
At days mornin dawn
Song to sing at last.

And if right be wrong
And left be a place
Where with a worlds
Soul to be forbiden.

And if its the last call
Therefore moment
Of rest being at losts
To place your bets.

And if still have at all
Hesitate your hand
And doubts ye voice
In crowd my name.

And if last this poem
I shall have written
And no other a word
I will on ever to tell.

And if forgotten lost
By all a fellow men
And loves in my soul
Been to trusted had

And if even last dawn
Be to come to never
The sun to set no more
As river to no longer

And if so how be it all
Shall be bitter an end
What an end be known
How loud we laughed.

And if to hundred folds
And ways of different
Or same have to come
To be just to be again

And if hear of my voice
Either pain or joy a yell
As my heart it beats on
beats proud beats glad.

Angel of the one lord sent done as said did
proud made me
along heavens with a sword
in his left
to destroy the lies of
wicked
as many was and cruel
and the men
that would such deeds did
cut in half
by truth
to his heart the one lord planted and a scroll
in his left
been given to write
the new
as to say as now did
but what he saw
with eyes
of his own in the morning
in the sky
to dawn of glory you
god
showed himself to
and was pleased
to let him
see and call him
his:
son.

Joy you brough to my soul to
ask
how could i ever repay you
Say
From now on do but walk true
And
Not you not ever come to
Let
Your heart come to once more do
Ask
What would but pain cause to
Say
So now yours to what all would
And
None could like ever so few
Let
All my world you shall come to
Get.

Man with heart mad enough to fall in love with the moon the day of the sun never ended nor been mad with me or rain cold to the less the night as a shadow never hesitated to hide as its own as thought of mind ever knew of harm been minded my soul when gods too favore as perhaps wise would and kind and humble told about and but brave to walk in my shoes and eyes to look into after all they saw and arm to shake and name to loud say and friend to call do, in fact, a friend as few.

What is love then?
Love is fate.
What is fate then?
Truth, whatever fated:
Time, and
What is time? What isnt?
"GOD, is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain. I'll say it again."
Jack lemon
(..youre a romantic fool)
Lendme kilmister

And if road shall end
The walk must never
As belows the under
As long a far the late.

Left with coat my sweather
As told to love the hate
Ignored me and laught at
Had come to fight at last.

Step to victory from kept
As cold does in winter
Owns at grip there land
As sure the time to pass.

And through be born gain
At to known not of death
Song at sing said to end
Yet word meaning never.

Perhaps born to die again
Mans soul find no rest
To come to be another am
Born to die if but dead, never.

THE LAST AMERICAN
CONFESSION TO OR TOO
OF FOOLS DUE THUS
ARE FRIENDS AS FEW
THE LAST AMERICAN
THE LORD TO OR TOO
WHAT GOOD A PAY
A TRUTH RIGHT TO
THEREFORE TOO AM
THE LAST AMERICAN
A CRY TO OR TOO AS
I CONFESS. I LOVE YOU.