We perfect from imperfection

We perfect from imperfection 

We see in parts our perfection

With imperfection

The foul and wise

The sane and insane

He acts differently than all

He behaves like him

Who is mad?

Lower it

Lower it don't kill it

When it is within you

When not outnumbered 

And all weighs heavy on you, their eyes

And their silence soffocates

And your words unheard

Gentle and gigantic

Gentle and gigantic they daily openly grow
To notice even a pregnant dove not in altitude low

Wise and crafty their women proudly surround

I saw an angel

The path of angels travails

And to men who walk that path

With difficulty I give honour 

It will seem to men as though they have all

And but will struggle with owning a genuine heart

The Passing Time

 While I wait to open the door tight
Say goodbye to imprisoned appetite
They cheer the passing time
Just enough when they smile
At their dangling bodies divine

Morning Feels

The night has drawn nigh 
The awakening of the morning
While some wait unending for a catch 
Others shake in a haste around
Waiting and viewing the calm sky
Shaking and expecting the right guy

 

She is here

She is here

You are there

You are nowhere 

Left parents 

Left loved ones

Left siblings 

He sees the moon here

She sees the moon there

They see the distance not themselves