Whoever flooded this womb I partook of birth 

piece by piece I cracked the egg wide open

burst crying outright dammed it all

imploring the good doctor pray tell who else

but me, should engage in fortunate growth

plural education and nurture the fertile land

step by step cross the merry land and rearrange

my brain matter with social engagements of sort

good mother how lucky are we to be gifted a silent night

 one that plays tricks and never apologizes

no victimization for you and me for we have known haven

a golden shore that reflects the power of the saint's word

in the darkest hour we do come together 

however fleeting and bittersweet.  

 

a beard grants no more wisdom

than good conversating instills boredom

aches call prayers from within the flesh

 persistance bore fruit

the spell wore off - inform the people

time to kill or stand still

exercising futility as the blood runs deeper

tiresome to take shots at a dull target

what is this rash decision contaminating

what if the fight, the struggle, the ample sophistication

aged well? controlled, believe it, an art form crawls

a plastic plaything buried unapologetic because inane objects

are a drug that runs in the family. 

a thousand cuts signal doom through smokescreens

no apologizes can erase words bespoken

left burning desires bitter in the tongue

cutthroat indeed as wide as the ocean can swallow

the same fragility that belongs to the lifes lost

by adventurers in carelessly die atop desolated mountains

bones rotten, souls adrift, captain of no ship or vessel

That might prove a lesson to those crossing right past