MY LOVE,HATE RELATIONSHIP WITH MY POETRY

Do you know the words of my love felt anger towards poetry? the whispering sentences during the night to the blood moon to recite. the stars in the skies have become my best friends and cross-the-universe lovers.

The Indian paints his face as he dances into the flames of the fire, another fight is lost, and our hearts are broken. nothing in life can be carefully planned we need to learn to the unshuffled hand.

I stand in the woods where a cowboy has his pants pulled down and he is fucking his horse, it seems to be pretty upset and he seems to be excited. I stop for a minute or two not to watch but to get the shit off my shoe and write some poetry.

You know you can get diseases here and start to have love, hate relationships with all that sets you free?
sleep where you must lay when your eyes are heavy and tired because the mind and body do not care.

What can I interest you in when the music from the harmonica and banjo begins to play and the drum beats begin to find the end to all which starts to begin?

Do not insult me by referring to me as kind Sir
another one is gone, and another one killed
shot in the back because of the face he wears upfront

Give them your time but never your mind
they want it all but never give them your soul