Why to argue with
a man with a dead conscience...
Darling, dont you know that theres beauty,
behind those hazel eyes...
Eyes crafted with the scars of loss, became
vulnerable to the slightest view...
I maybe self-centered, but that's because
you are too troubled to speak, too chocked up...
Watch any lion! -
Even if it is silent...
Know how to command -
if you want to be obeyed...
He rises.
She measures...
I blissfully reach blooming springs
count ahead of me, wistfully singing melodies...
Remind me of your summer gallop, Elk,
Jeering in the nick of time...
Safe in their ignorance they go on.
Never challenging their ghetto state of mind...
I shave my head
and rock the swastika...
See a pallet of beautiful
Colours shining bright...