As a person

twisted left the fellow
but the leaves fall only when the wind blows
casualties
but we miss the conception when the face of god is desecrated
are you willful or just full of will
not a question of how but when
will this be all empty

star searching for the stars that shine even though they are already dead
behind my head
and between your legs
there is some dedication
we will call this one dear,.... love.

got to start somewhere
no ignorance with out pain
the flunks and failures
are forever preserved
a plot full of lessons ready for digestion.

fading
from the light no lime need be added
was not to high a horse
so i just got on.