A Geriatric Tirade at Thirty Three

    A Geriatric Tirade at Thirty Three

Starved for human contact

I wake up in harmony with the sun

The wonder the promise the petals on a rose

Dreams of reproduction  on a new form won 

          The heart rules

The things you cant remember

Away to past it flows

The harmony of all human potential

Like dew in beauty goes

          My mind drools

Wars and infinity

God and divinity understanding

These new fears they are old

Demanding love and affection

With affinity by telemarketers grace is sold

The problem is forgiveness didn't fit into the mold

         The fist fools

Left to make of the day

What I believe not what I was told

I don't belong anywhere

The institution or the road

I will make art

It's my better half

Though creation can have destructions hold

And in old age I will laugh

Wholesome whole hearted

For evil hasn't won out control

We want what wanting commands

And belief grows closer to the hint

Whilst conspiracies of love do compliment

How come you don't love me?

Love isn't free

You told me

I should be happy

But you don't love me