Rose Wilds

The Sharks begin to chum,

a Great White has a lung,

so I ask,

where did the Ocean hail from?

The seas were the settle of Creations eyes,

there were byes to spacial clears,

the Mass of Deeply blasts,

the Ore of explosive Herds,

the Meteor to spurned,

shot straights to blasting love,

to sing away the pain in future come,

the Anchor of her Mind pores of last,

in the boom of wrath,

brought simple tears to fill a Crevasse in this end of settling bloom.

The view becomes the Past?

Seek not the leading trash,

the air is filled with what was scene,

an empty fulled to the brim,

spilt-over to eye-brow men,

the setting of the Sun thru the Mooning of such stung.

The Air is Stiff with Stagnated Fill?

Oxygen is filtered too,

the Sake of the Brine was to sure the Spores,

a taxing in the symptom,

the 'Why' the forward Clay,

secrets held by forced reprieve,

creative speed has thought through you,

the delivery of the chance to chose has been the loss of whom you Sub,

the canker that Mans refused,

will be shed with rows of truth.

Should example be a hand in this Show of regard for Life?

The birth of such record with Nets that do not kill,

but are used to teach the Beast,

 that lives out there are rare,

and in need of a lesson,

 to move their wares,

 to shores that invite more to Flee.

What has the apathy done to Peer?

The out-stretch Mail in desperate Freed,

the One whom Sung,

sang to Clause,

the Sight of scarce to extreme Wits rare,

enticed the flight to seed the prime.

To electric Verbs in such he heard,

the wait is not the wanted low,

kept a way stays the class,

moved by tempers Hell will speak.