Man with heart mad enough to fall in love with the moon the day of the sun never ended nor been mad with me or rain cold to the less the night as a shadow never hesitated to hide as its own as thought of mind ever knew of harm been minded my soul when gods too favore as perhaps wise would and kind and humble told about and but brave to walk in my shoes and eyes to look into after all they saw and arm to shake and name to loud say and friend to call do, in fact, a friend as few.

What is love then?
Love is fate.
What is fate then?
Truth, whatever fated:
Time, and
What is time? What isnt?
"GOD, is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain. I'll say it again."
Jack lemon
(..youre a romantic fool)
Lendme kilmister

And if road shall end
The walk must never
As belows the under
As long a far the late.

Left with coat my sweather
As told to love the hate
Ignored me and laught at
Had come to fight at last.

Step to victory from kept
As cold does in winter
Owns at grip there land
As sure the time to pass.

And through be born gain
At to known not of death
Song at sing said to end
Yet word meaning never.

Perhaps born to die again
Mans soul find no rest
To come to be another am
Born to die if but dead, never.

THE LAST AMERICAN
CONFESSION TO OR TOO
OF FOOLS DUE THUS
ARE FRIENDS AS FEW
THE LAST AMERICAN
THE LORD TO OR TOO
WHAT GOOD A PAY
A TRUTH RIGHT TO
THEREFORE TOO AM
THE LAST AMERICAN
A CRY TO OR TOO AS
I CONFESS. I LOVE YOU.

"To know to think,
not think to know."
Formed at spin
into a vase holding
the flower of
spring that says:
"Instead knowing
to dont know,
not knowing to
know" like fields
after winter do
..just remember.

On the corners of century break the old jukebox and a bookstore across the street of the nine and the first like swift of a slight hiss as blade at swing or snake sound as all around of four ways of wind in garden and towns main roads fare of four went to come now and then the time breathing on my neck the long the far as old am now is of the clocks right a hand on face to face to face load the guns with powder and light my cigarette on ten steps to count before turn and luck to fate guns left to be the judge death which man to time first hand missed on the walls and high on the tower one minute other to hour bets closed fate called lucky what fated as did go opposite directions their horse and met like river in one way so does tommorrow to day be fate and luck best friends since first duel they met to meet its match like mirror the glass and time forever as the word of tale of the brothers of nowayet.

Rock n roll 101, here
Yes sit on the floor
do you see any chairs
shut up and listen
As once a wise man
Played of fingerpickin
Of havin no reason
To stay reason of men
To go. Rock n roll, 101.
All has passed through
And will see tomorrow
Here at beatitude 102.
Pull a chair to the front
And learn knee to write
As of all to letter to sal
Paradise in nowhere if
To stay welcome shall
Stay on the road to be
To all dear from as far
To go to or leavin from
A glad in heart of able.
103, the flower power
that won as all way is
From winter to spring
As the wise man note
In house of rising sun
Times i said my home
Far from new orleans.
104, punks even dead
Be better than: 105 is.
Of the wise instead of.
Auditu'e veritas muse.
Lessons to learn, 106  
Master pieces of souls
In heart if found way to
Have in right as milions
of milion fingers pickin
107 as the next of wise
the men are, to be. 108.