passion of misunderstanding

Forgive  me
I think my feet might be tired, I have cruised this planet  in half circles , staggering
 
This thing of a poem might be fragile,wanting
 
What comes after a few  random day trips ?       Thirst... sunrises...hunger       questions???  
 
I am alive
 
A mountain  
 
You made it to the top  
 
We barely  remember
 
Falling
 
The pinnacle
 
Conquest
 
Release?
 
Or humility
 
 
 
 
I  scream at the madness,standing


Close to kneeling
 
 
 Begging for understanding
 
 
 A humble scarecrow
 
 
Alive
 
Alive
 
 
 
 
If for some reason you  as a  person start  calling to  the canopy,,,looking up
 
 
 
 
It is there
 
Right above you
 
       are you crazy,lost,nuts,touched by Jesus his self,  so many dime store candles
 
Immersed
 
It happens to be a cold winter waiting
 
A migratory seagull running head first in to a sky scraper
 
Falling to earth with a smile on it's beak
 
Seeing under the deep
 
 
 
 
Drowning in the shallows
 
 
 
 
Forgive me,this is a  lost fragile poem,tattered  on the edges,           it is breaking          
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
apart,
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
so many broken things
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 It comes with feelings,,alive
 
One with miles under it's wrinkles as the dawn comes ,the growl grows
 
Tortured,alive
 
Caustic
 
Crying for the sake of crying is ok ???  Right
 
 Right??????
 
Turn your head to,on comes the night
 
Falling  to the silent moment
 
School children cry in old Williams courtyard,flowers and  sperm,maidens are the dating  pools inside secrets,Only the old goats know that
 
Or so they say
 
It comes as clear as black crows in a rain storm
 
That's the Truth
 
Passion is a tick bird
 
Chirping in to a water Buffalo's ear
 
Hungry for a moving pestilence
 
To be an unnoticed part of the killing pack..covered in blood and waiting   never really here
 
Hungry for social information
 
 Movement
 
Forgetting
 
understanding
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I stand corrected
 
 
 
 
It is nothing
 
Goodbye blue