Go back where you come from enemies
I'm too tired... for you to ruin my desires
I live only for my dreams
If they all refuse my request
I'll go further, I'll detest
You'll hear my silent screams of anguish
As I hold up my humble works of creation
I have roamed, looking for sublime; perfection
A power where no-one could judge thy sun
Most of all me...I'm looking for fun
I have seen too many dilemmas
And got lost... in running harm
I tried to stay cheerful, carrying joy like a heavy load
Barred... dismal from following me to my goals
Instead I preferred, the old, cheeky; grin
Or a trusted smile... that could easily win
All I ever wanted to do, was live
By the banks of parent nature and breathe it all in
I wanted to explore, depths of neighbours forgiveness
And weather those storms to see the joy of Christmas
Blessed blood...I carried smooth like replenishing rain
I tried... to understand those damn rules again and again
As quick as they came, I created without blame
One of my pet hates was rage
It was unsocial and belonged in a cage
I would never deny my friends
My eyes or ears to see and listen
Born like a heavenly child giving
I honoured all my elders, their noble; titles
My skies were a peaceful nest
Where I could lovingly rest my wishes
Like birds of merry tune... one of my favourites
The wild black crow, as he/she, was born; to know
Just like my Poetry...inspiring and burning a brightness
Which, could climb mountains in all that torrential dread
In the nourished garden you would find me
With the ravishing rose, held up close; my nose
Fragrance of sweetness, a gold framed delight
That too... thy calm self became a visible light
I adored... sorting through, ancient photographs
Of my once... green caterpillar turning butterfly life
Wandering purposely, over here, over there, searching
My mind was thy friend...it new exactly how to mend ideas
You'd find me, on rainy days, singing in a perpendicular haze
No drum rolls but plenty of high pitched and practised yells
Thy was always the one, waiting for something to happen
Watching, greeting, awakening forgotten love, making it see
Spring, all with a springboard landing of pined after pure peace
Lighting candles to hurry up, the real magnificent, visioned; spark
Like old trusty patient mind, in the darkest black depths of dark
I love respectively, watch, see tenderness grow and spring way up
Always bright, shimmering new like those seeds; that always grew
Or like recognition on that helpless flight, regaining its wings of life
I thought how nice... it would truly be, to answer the silence in solitude
With beauty's real energy and a casual nod, of guaranteed; appreciation
Like love's true finished kiss, the one that lingers through all of this
Mist, and sits in a park, until mornings fresh breath divinely speaks
Of love's bare truth...Oh, daybreak! the blank page awaits, for that nice
Soft practise of pen, then...holding it down to the clutches of time
Where mothers and fathers slept like Angels, their veins of love, wide awake
Thy dream mirror of reflected accomplishment
Stood proudly and silently still
And that high hope
On the tallest beam
Of their makeup was their child awake
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