THIS REVOLUTION MUST BE PUBLICIZED

This revolution must be

publicized, because clean

is the innocence on those

babies' eyes, and the infant

things fight to rise like the

morning sun, to find

where life settles cool.



This revolution must be

publicized; steel consciences

forge dead hearts, to stumble

their coming rise!





This revolution must be

publicized; dusk wait

plenty, and like coiled

serpent waiting to poison

these infants dawn.

The Devil-doctor party

for the cash, while

the world says it's cool!



This revolution must be

publicized; billion souls cry

in ocean before God's front;

the living cry the world's sores,

and the sword they beg revenge.

The world conference for

answers; while sin takes

the world away; because

their pains are reaching us!



This revolution must be

publicized, because young

hearts hot-chase adventures

seeing life is doubled

in grave.



This revolution must be

publicized; dead destinies

waste on the sky, and

Wasters present license,

to deny infant ones plant their

seeds.



This revolution must be publicized,

and the fire eternal fanned,

until verdict flourish, and the

aborted souls nourish bliss

in eternity; because

prayers are not killed sluggish,

and tomorrow's Wasters not

fat the bank.



This revolution must be

publicized, because we

cannot merry conscience,

and bold we have protected

those frail aborted souls!

ODE TO FRIENDSHIP.

Chill winds raise

my soul to the mount

of thoughts; the place

where I must muddy

yesterday's rock of

the pains we prayed

tomorrow pass again!



There are hearts

carved to be men, and

hearts to friends.

Definition of man made

old Caesar disdain the

prophecy of the

fore-warnings of March;

but in death, true friends

come the long road to

the ashes rite, like faithful

Anthony.



I clean my bleeding

heart with my conscience;

to ask unretiring, where

arrived such friend?

Why the alarms submitted

to hear my cry?



Unseparated like Robins

glued in living love; and

placating with true return

when the flesh of man

plays the role of offense.



What caged soul

like the gift of Jonathan

to David, and friendship

wears an Angel's robe

to swear friends are true!



You have written

your heart on the book

of yesterday's gone winds

we smile now.

You have excel like

test of Jonathan's, and sworn

true friendship like Anthony

pouring on graveside the ashes.



Before my face I

bring the days we

stretched the plate.

And numbered stars

to fill with hope!



Days ran as you

drag the future here,

and slowed the days

we feared to die.



As we bare, we

said to our wounds,

and smiled to heal

where we have broken

again.



Dark nights stretch

the dawn long for

hope to unlock us,

but you fueled more

how we must wait

to set like gold sun!



The night is too cold

to gather lines of the

black tales of survival,

but I must bring before

my face, the ode

that string the sounds

of yesterday, and the dance

of friendship!