walk a mile .... then we'll talk

you know I cant quite put my finger on it are we friends or are we enemies red beams darting across the midnight air your thought's fixed capriciously as you take aim at the figure of me or the me you figure to be humor me spare the rumor just suppose (one moment without the tippy toes) when i say I've traveled through the desert sands you can feel the grains fall through your hands against your feet brushing on your face scratching and etching time not only was this path traveled but lived a lesson learned everyday face to face in the heat forging me a soldier a traveler a scribe I see into your glass eye your visions clouded with peyote dreams miscounting mis believing what I've seen see saw i blood in my brothers eyes one by one falling down to hell led through ash with lead cannons coughing up coffins I should be insane but no I'm intact while others that should be here are not I see what you see but you'll never see what I saw frustrated you hammer in your thought's dedicated to the craft yet lost in thought walk a mile then we'll talk ....... write from the spirit M.L. Arcelay