Picking Flowrs for Fields of Sound

Fantasy become reality
I pray from God to thee  
 
"Picking Flowrs"sounds  
like my future band  
 
Picking mine  
fill your bouquet  
from my  
fields of sound  
 
From the brightest  
singing millions  
angel chorus voices  
 
I want those  
bleeding minions  
 
Each one grown    
upon a beaten  
lonesome pathway  
 
Damn the trod  
that walks us down  
far to the  
deep dark cellar  
 
until we played  
as monster dweller  
 
so found each  
our own sound  
each of us  
original  
beautiful  
thorny  
wild Flowrs  
 
Damn the scorn  
 
....damn the lonely  
isolation