by Thornswrath
I've created the fires that burned the liars that drowned the criers in their own tears.
I've started the harrowing trends in the crooks and the bends of the direction the river flows.
Goodness knows I've stolen the show from the rest of the fools who were trending online.
I'm breathing the air in a cold winter garden from the exhaling steam of a barrel of wine.
I've gone completely insane for the theory of pretending we're not neverending enough.
There's a square bit of complicity that's not scarce in the city where the rest of us sleep.
I've seen at least nineteen tin dreams go sailing down the alleyway so very late at night.
I've ridden on my bicycle long after dark to slide into blackness under the bridge by the park.
Stalked by good old boys in Louisiana swamps escorted by soldiers in the jungles of Honduras. Engaged in so many battles in the SCA I fought with the Vikings in the war at Pennsic XIX. I went scuba diving to depths of a hundred feet at the bottom of the deep blue Caribbean sea. Partied hard on the islands out in the night life with girl friends hitting parties and dancing in clubs. We crawled into caves with bats and sprawled out under the constellations glittering after dark. I swam with the nurse sharks during mating season in the aquamarine bay at Pumpkin Hill. I've written a few books of poetry from wild exploits in my adventuresome life. I've hit and been hit as well as been spooked by tales of woe across battles waged against strife. No substitute for ignorance, or arrogance in the age old masquerade of broken dreams. Moments have been captured echoing with screams and broken sobbing moans. Death has visited its share of brutalities over the years throughout our extended homes. Many burials and weddings have been witnessed here underneath the wheeling stars.
Memorials etched in our memories like the flash of a sword reflecting sunlight at noon.
Best friends lovers wives lost in the ripping tides of time's unrelenting gravitational force.
All my life I am free never have been anything but the man I want to be staring down now.
A manifold of misadventures to come on around again with my love and our newly won over best friend. Lord wish us luck, ain't no telling how this is going to end.
