Bird
A little birdie once told me so
There's too much strength
For this earth to evaporate
Not so much within yours truly
But A strength the God of gods
Could not vanquish
(Otherwise, what
Was the point to squish
Nebuale into a world?)
The wind in its soul
Good you heard
Of my impact
The Bird inferred
With a voice
Like wings of a butterfly
And yea then I was
hanging out and with it
With this mad-crazy poetic
Prosing on about and never written
Oh How in minutiae
sheer emo gleams
Without all the creams
Save fir the rediculous
Moonbeams he ceremony
He championed as literature
At gazes in tiny species
Merely when existing aloud
That celerity which was him
Etched in an age on stages
With muses ruining generations
With Philosophy heartbreaking
In every bar corner of the cities
And freaking garage chords
Then emulating via radios
Like elongated this eloquence
In instances overwhelming
As if the philosophy ordure
As if the philosophy mindset
As if we had no opposition
Or no chance to offer
A small varied view
To that dropped, like gross rain
Onto windshields
As if we were merely cameras
Watching from in the trees
These Perspectives greater than
Yet too much strength
And The way he even said
I do believe in Jesus
But my faith ends there
However I choose
And i gotta tell you
Yet no matter
Where i awoke
As i have lived
In a multitude of homes
Stains wriggled open my heart
Form a better form against thee arts
Cuz then there is the same bird
Chirpa chirpa churpa
Warming through ma soul
Warming up like that fresh sense
Of a new Spring
Just beyond new windows.