With All Your Wishes
With all your wishes
We wish your pursue toward humor
For the first free flower’s bloom
It live to grow soon
Let it be the fat that govern the moon
There is no sense in trying to out live the suicide of the sun
Often we wish for the handsomeness of horses
Or the river running its watery way forever young
Pass the rain each dropp baptized by the wind
These words are the same as the song we sing
As sure as the poets will tell you that you are the same as them
A telling from deep within the realness of their hearts
Tell you that you are their longing loving needs
Their drama writ by the people the earth the air the infinite of the sun with its glorious morning fair
With reasons to know where men go
With reasons of the everything right and the doing of wrong
The thrill and the glory of victory’s success
Of the grief that war makes when the banner of peace is dead on the throne of conflict between opposite
Their pens of swords be not lost in the paradise of words
Their trumpets speak running around the same old tune holding on to you to tell you true that they are a lot like you
They are no stranger to the pen and the blood that it ren running with the rain they are feeling like Jesus’ sons
Born on the harmless earth that man try to destroy with vile guns of solders under the giving sun hell rolls in with its fire-eyes hot in bleeding of a parade burning its way pass love of mankind sitting curb side
Sometime the payday of poetry is not enough to but the battle full of the money that finance wars
When your resistance is all spent on the altar of a workmen’s wage you shall go home with a hungry soul fit for fighting the last battle waged against the anger of a lie that can not save you and you shall resort to stealing a day dream by any means necessary
poem by David E. Patton
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