help the
innocent
blood
river
dwellers

paddling
with the
bones of
humanity

rushing red
round down
in the
soul

i hear
the life
whisper
a violin
defeat

and i
realize
i have
given
up too

downhill

sound
of
thunder

sound
of
horses

riden
by
angels

round
the
edge
of sun

inside
the
poetry
of the
moon

i am
a river
dweller
but my
bloood
is cheap
modern
instant

i am
a
confused
warrior
who uses
no weapons


paltry
to the
giants
of my
divine
origins

beautiful once again

(((( Jimmy )))))

I loved this,,, Bravo

Your weapons, tools, toys, and friends are your words and you have mastered them all

Oooo I'm liken this!