what do they say

6 hundred forty 7 miles

is a long way away

and if I made the journey

I know I would want to stay

day after day

at night add another day

the calendar the month it was May

seven 5 the year I came alive

the bee that never went far

stayed close to the hive

with an independent mind

looking for happiness the kind

kick back relax unwind

have to rewind

twenty years

before fears

set in of failure and tears

when failure continuously reappears

as I keep on through the years

piling up high

and I get up high

letting thought spill out of the pen

sometimes I don’t have to try

to get up high

probably on the top rung

my wife had a halo

and the whore had a forked tongue

like a snake in the grass

five year mistake knocked me on my ass

if I see the old goat watch me as I pass

about six hundred 40 seven miles

still more smiles

than all of those miles

twenty years later not faded

by sun worn down by rain

no more pain

some days insane in this brain

the thought won’t stop

might never reach a height

high enough to be the top

across the bridge and back

setting sun in eyes

isis underneath spread wings

no disguise

nothing hidden magnetic surprise

clearing some clouds that hang low

when solitude stands up

from where it hid below

until a void created

when isis flew away

thoughts stay

ink marks put down everyday

what do they say…