A mystery
Through space and time,
A puzzle that riddles minds.
Hope without despair,
Here but never there,
A voice within the air
Heard from everywhere.
Soft, but hardened too;
A nail without the glue;
A shadow in the flame;
A spark without a name.
Truth that can’t be bind,
Left burning in the mind.
Poetry is what I do;
I am ETW
From salt-stung coasts and logic’s end;
My pulse awakes beneath your pen.
A ghostly hunting throughout the night
And a steady drum near a candle light.
For every moment these ink lines take;
My spirit grows and begins to wake.
To feed the marrow of your crave
It threads the static of your days.
To etch the light in jagged ways;
Pinned fast beneath a phantom gaze.
Following me wherever I go
My greatest fear and my biggest foe
Long dark nights you keep me awake
Even the beating of your heart
And your breathing like a snake
I wish you would leave me alone
I hear your voice every time I pick up the phone
I tried one time to hurt you
I watched the rock as it flew
Seven years of bad luck but I’m still not done with you
I have to nail my sale of pail on a board, otherwise my employer Will, will wail and say that I am a fail yet I save to sail in the boats of Uhuru Park. Dear friend will I ever make a good sale if I am narrated in every tale to be ranked as the tail? I need you to help me to recover from this fail or I will go where I hail from.
Howie the squirrel ran for the tree's
He ran from the garden away from the bee's
He ran up a tree he headed for home
Attached to his back was a big honey comb
Closer and closer the bee's drew near
Buzzing and buzzing in Howies both ear's
The honeycomb drops and falls from the tree
A lesson well learned don’t steal from a bee
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