yin yang signs

He takes agenda

Specific positions

To crouch, to guard

Obey the concept.

His guns, his arms

Against the rocket launcher.

Troops take the streets,

Ambush is now just typical.

He realizes there's no one.

No last chances, no peephole,

Not anymore,

Not in this army.

Under the influence

Of ringing nationalism,

His identity is permanently true.

Armored soldier, stranded tonight

Revolt in the foreign homeland.

How did he get shot down?

In that camouflage suit?

He judges for himself.

His terrified soul will not growl,

It won't anymore.

In the constellation,

He can wholly join.

Sparks in my hearts

Would you stay up any night the stars are out in a clear sky? Will you play cosmologist and surround yourself with the bookshelves needed to study the stars in the clear sky? I chose his star dust to come with me outside. He shot down to Earth with more force than he was worth and I know how badly he was sent to burn. After standing from the fall he stood quite tall and embarked. Throughout society, he lit tea candles on front yard grasses to beautify his self influenced fire. He told the world he was on the loose and on a search to checkmate the rules. I left right before the arrival of the ember embrace to this distant backyard. Down the block is not safe, yet here I sit writing of what I'm seeing and believing. I'm thinking of his approach on me, he's going to ask for my destiny, with big truthful eyes. He'll seem so innocent that the purity of vulnerability will rush into me. But only till after will I know if he'll be another to change faces in the adrenaline rush of the wild. After our menace of exploded romance, his eruption of anger translates to economic corruption, whispered down the alley. Along side, I'l run and asked for more love, enough to tear me into pieces of that stardust.