For Amy….

Your hair falls

in stings

not just a body

lonely

Outside the green

hear your vocal chords tremble…

woe

My generation experiences.

Though you call us fake

this reality.

with your eyes all stretched out like green peacocks in the green flame.

Tell me

how is it that you put love in a category.

Tell me how is it that you name a death by numbers and not by personality.

Tell me

What is it that you care for.

or what

even

you believe in.

Do you remember the first time you fell?

Because i do.

I will never forget.

Through the collapses it travels on the rivers

the guitar rumbles through it

up the back of jeering notes,

how they called her.

violently

and screams.

how she called herself to execute….

numb.

money.

I am not vauge.

just responsible.

that i can feel

that i can feel

that i can feel

that i can feel

that i can feel

that i can feel

that i can feel

that i can feel

that i can feel

that i can feel

that i can feel

that i can feel

that i can feel.

Soul .

Mother fucker hates.

Whether its gentle or rough

through her passion filled hips

she fuelled…in her funny way…

It will always hit.

What...are you still trying to judge books by covers and souls by body

Then why do i exist.

Tears fill embrace

this is her final resting

in place.

I am subdued, my heart rests

An angel finally sleeps

You sang for us…

You sang for us

we

are we worthy

we?

your song for us.

finger beat of the scratchy moon.

and my tears need not fade.

though they go

My reality grows but does not shatter your spokes or

falls

dancing on

I will dance on.

to the black

I will dance until my toes know not how.

to your voice.

But my heart can fight and reckon

from their is born

too many

many

colours….

settle.

judge and perceive,

the calling of a wilting rose,who was born to see the rain shatter her

though she took it

what is it to take?

like petals calls

good night dear sweet generation.My eyes are open

My heart still roars.

To those who feel love, you are not hidden

There is no judgement spoken

today's autumn sweet wind

august

caressing…

the air

with the sun.