In Wavering Forms
The dictionary contains many words,
Words ill never use, and others will abuse,
In wavering forms
especially political politicians as morticians.
The mind is consumed by thoughts
Some thoughts we will never share
Not many really care
What fooled owl would hoot
Now that's truly foul!
Life is life,
I smirk at a world play
And play in the muck and plucked dishonor
But life is life in wavering forms
We could conform, but that's no fun,
We could run, but no cowards built a country
Without the price of blood and bones,
Block and stones, where will my bones go?
Bells that toll, things that roll are not square, buried bodies,
that is not fair!
Too young, too old
Bold and brazen
Hands built monuments
of ever standing moments
And life is still life in wavering forms.
Yes!
Oh life living and breathing
Won't you be my wife, my life?
These eyes, these feet, Might complete, but I am in wavering forms,
A constant creation of genetics.
My days,
Oh days, upon The death of the world,
Every sacrifice will make sense,
Its self defense thinking, in wavering forms.
My Life,
Won't you be my wife, my life?
In gardens, and with thorns,
With spirit, and heart,
The wavering forms
Come to a stand still.
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