manifesto 2

it blackens, my soul in some final sweep

gave out its disease-ridden song rings

to hear the church bells angrily

resonate the forest sounds I knew

by crystal streams, i romanticize

]i ruminate upon my dreams

i take them as true and i refuse

to give into torment i can make it my own

a bitter spring a hallowed autumn

garden blights pumpkin patch

gate taking soul sleazzing

make way for unreason

and his sinning

open dark hallways

the mind spinning poets

coming in!!!