Might I describe of what wants to be -
Me in flash of golden grotesque,
Parade of flowering gentle sweets of thrash –
Devine bliss of purity gone once they clash.

Touché.  They say.  One or twice, as I –
Fall yonder, beyond the dreaming world,
My mind.  Caught thrice! Through –
Withered fields.  Like darkened sky.

They ask for morals.  I say nay, the bleeding –
truth is I have nought but love for the freedom.
Strange, unusual, different, idiosyncratic,
They reply.  Random thoughts stray from

the mind.  What I see, is what I get.  Nothing –
to expect.  Faith in love, faith in Christ. Gone,
filth, evaporated.  Died along with my urge to
Fly away.  But I lived, you vision, happiness.

But once upon a time I was, you vision, in –
peace.  Then my heart froze.  Closed. Locked,
away.  Gone to stray.  Here I stand, alone, on the
bend, thinking of more. Intellect, strong, all I -

need.  Strength.  What I don’t need is, him,
her, it.  Likewise.  More or less, wondering,
Why then do you think, crazy? Perhaps,
perhaps not, even so, I believe I am more.