So for my transgressions,
And the adopted behavior I create
To compensate,
I release this beast to the wild.
Let him go and be forever gone.
I'll think about that wild nature,
Look about my soundings still,
And make decisions that make sense
From now on. The heart is lucky;
It feels implicit and correct.
Minds get in the way, and try to
Correct the course. Stupid minds.
What does tried experience know
Of innate instinct?
Still beating, still breathing.
Still wondering where it leads.
Going to listen implicitly.
My brain fails. My heart still tries.
Whatever road it leads to I will abide.

Dear boy,
You're a good soul in the end.
Why hide behind
Such petty display,
When you could triumph,
If only you gave it a day.
Don't you get that the true display
Of you is the perpetuation of
Shear humanity? Give you always,
And don't be afraid of reprisal,
And all of life will pull their boot straps
Up, trying to catch to your momentum.
You've got it, never lost it. A keen eye
For what is right, but assimilation
Takes aim, and you become lost.
Don't you lose sight again,
For as long as you live.

Air is thick, grass is heavy green;
It's the beginning of July.
I can already hear the percussive
Resonance of preemptive display
For the celebratory night,
When there is no spare in the
Feast of light in the night skies.

Many a summer calls me here,
To join in the display of favor,
But none so awkward a holiday,
To be spending it alone after
Such a long while.
Being alone is a good thing.
Teaches you who you are,
Or are heading to be. Am I happy
With this outcome? Happen to chance
That someone I used to know was
Best suited for this accompaniment,
But that is all now the past.
Why dwell? I can let myself explode
Like a mortar shell in the darkness
And dissipate in a flicker of
Beautiful, impermanent flames.
We are temporary from the beginning;
Why try to counteract that notion?