setting sun

this lean I go for you

hutch at my heart

my trembling being the water of sheltie you took me into

no seagle flies over head the dark of want I feel place want to be your arms and hands within my hands

as cold as the water would be I go to be stranger on that dock and look at the moon. Drown myself in a pool eternal. A hope from a dock you would come back to see me like a wave and be naked and hold onto the under world of planks our elders lade hard work for.

fireworks go and I go into water for long to sit at the sunset of beach to remember the place we were.

Burn the Cure

2049 world of want

nothing artificial. A nightmare that took place over my heart I will have no regret of. The first kiss of my love a hand I placed at her back I want to die at times but with vision I found myself an emblem in my hand.

we protect a mountain and that is all that matters. The small nuance of feeling the the extension of elders that protect me, where one takes time and a deep wound to kneel and pray for the fallen in the rain. 10,000 years in my hands.

A high elevation of place sheltered by the grown.a war over mountains name the time I was a boy and in my time

a sharpening bone.

she is a place if was brought to a great climb where I would look at her as a learner. A patch of woods like my uncle Dxwsqius would defend with his time. I know this the same.

I painted my eyes to remember the known at the place defender

and seeing the call of all the animals that know my name, I held fear of of the mountain lion all that time to get back to river.

I placed back a bone that in my youth I didn’t understand. But in time only few of us of known can understand known.

when my uncle was gone the magic got bigger and it felt me a heart of known. but when the uncle of my other side came.

all the worth I absorbed I had to give back and be stung by a ratfish and endure the pain where I gave up my phone.

and be witness of the half moon.

there is no pretending. In world gif you are called to be understand the exchange.

an exchange of my rive in woven woes, the bragging you all had of slavery, you wear now at a dark side of moon. the piercing of myself from sun dance a protection.



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