Clever cirsium, too clever
by far, arms herself in...
The Seven Sisters slink their way
across a crystal winter sky...
The angels brushed beauty into the trees
The comforting colors mingle with the breeze...
I am sword's peace
I am gunshot's silence...
Why did you make me a fighter?
Thought you did me a favor...
Awoken from my nightmarish dreams,
The sounds of wind, howling...
Strip me of my color,
and no longer will I be judged...
Occasionally,
I take a different route...
The tide turns, we must accept adverse actions
That interfere with nuclear reactions...
Laying underneath the stars,
On a warm silent night...
You may have thought that you've heard this scene,
But you haven't, the real one is far too mean...
Standing still in motion
screaming without a sound...
The man with a sign on the corner of the street
He wouldnt be out there begging if he had enough...
Back in the year 1997
A new star was born in heaven...
Poetry-
Few are those enthralled by you completely...