21 (birthday)

I've taken the same way

as Milton

the one-eyed poet

Ramblin

unto dawns chill

bitter tears

in heaven

no more shall

swell, forbidden

ever fallen, from such

an angel

the gravel pathways

small chuckle

the second small robins

thick rill

the first and the last

song a shepherds hymn

bubbly stones

shall imprint

and remain

as death

expected

comes

he will

and the wind

with em

bring hell

i suggest

the both of em

send em

up

with hail

poets will prevail

as too torrential rain

are both god bestown

devil granted

both takes slithers

rags and riches

from the muses

sacred rivers

spoiling the infinite sands

if death asks for a poet

be him good or bad

tell him i was and have

the sting within

my heart

that makes the metallic thump

and clang

may any demon test me

ye a man of rhyme

and rhythm

in death and in my prime

i am

so may I be

forgiven

and hope i may be damned

as much as the other half

bless me