My unclear mind’s refuse, to read your deepest thoughts; this hallowed consciousness, now reamed of its trust; the lack of you, beside me walked,

Of a frigate, maggot, and / or fag… on any sun rise’ morn, which would… easy enough; this question’s poise… for me you ask; IAM all three of… In flights of current’ course and…

Within the deep and dark of each, the screams of souls is heard; and crying out, in pain of searing… are human beings cast into the voi… created by an inhuman kind,

We students, are the future and as nurturing features all must respect, and obey Nature, as our muse and teacher however, we must willingly

To what depth, can one reach in search for their soul; through what trials, will they struggle

More than fair is just; more than just is righteous; more than righteous is spiritual; more than spiritual is home! Michael Darrell Walker

Dark, heavy, and so very weeping hot, are the streams of tears, which do now flow and beat down upon

of my own heart’s wounds you and I are each within thoughts upon a page

The heaven’s space in parts matters, frequencies darkness, time and so many

One life’s proof, that it exists, basks purely in the thoughts; that breath, and love, and happine… evolve from the realizations, that an individual truly, and comp…

The movement, of all that there is… the Earth’s atmosphere is nearly t… nearly all there is; almost everyw… What is up, with it? This, in the… This movement bourne, of design an…

Zeitgeist, inclined towards heart… yielding sounds, questioning one’s… Xanadu, wishing thoughts to soothe… will’s gift, leaves their once mis… Vassa’s Gate, fell on pendules sw…

My life, bleeds into the well of this pen; its point to skin, life’s caustic sin; at loss, this connection,

One wind’s direction bares the sha… around which minds discretions’ la… whisperings heard, mime sharpened… that deeply knife these unskilled… somber, leans living’s wearied day…

Dusty street corner music blaring loudly on spent all my savings!