keyed in the dark. i hope it finds you.
found fire. found flood.
found feet fickle,
the mud -
the blood it seeks.
if shoes sink in, the puddle's deep.
this muggle's weak - no life in spells.
no wife, no child, no kiss&Tell.
no, wha1e's not hell - he finds it dull.
he's nailed it deep into his skull.
there is no pull without the shove -
there is no fool without lost love.
there is no pool without it's walls -
without them, they're just waterfalls.
if water fell, landing in the dirt -
green life would emerge to defend it's worth.
defending earth - not an artery..
besides, hearts always bothered me..
besides, art's always part of me.
inside, art grows from tragedy.
tragically....stemming from a tree -
whose roots had flowered away from me..
believe it - true poetree.