PATIENT WAVES

 

If only I could find some higher ground, 

A vacant place, like patient sound,

The playing space, I’ll wait around, 

Though pushing pins stay squeezing down 

Two eyes lay fixed on that abound, 

So centered ones are never found

Crash does loom, 

We do weep,

My helpful song of souls to keep,

In mourning still while those who sleep;

Can stay awake for those who teach. 

Sonder still for those to preach and drawing kills in all who creep

A simple mind of 4 in 3

Or 5 minutes later when they call on me.

Hopeful later,

Though fight till tide, 

Even states need peace of mind and swinging late for the cliffside ride. 

 

Made my mind, 

 

Create your crime, and hollowed ghost for the faded time, 

 

Jaded, killed for a simple shine,

Present tense, 

Random rhymes.