Cure

In a dream, I saw
Garden of Eden
rivers of milk, flowers of heaven
tree of life
Soul still
Just unsatisfied
missed your presence
you who I sought
for whom I fought
battles of will
essence
piety
society
woke up all bare
sweat running through my hair
a beat then revealed
open secret of billion years
Heart is your home
Most of us wandering
True explorers are some
Don’t want garden
Don’t need heaven
Just let your presence felt
in dark blackened heart
Cure the incurable

Battle plan

formations thought through
with lots of brew
battle is morrow
more left to drink
for possible sorrow

Warrior

Path treacherous
Foes too many
Battle hardened
Never lost any
Penny by Penny
Building a home
Weaker self
Unable to roam
Time will come
before soon
This aged, crazy
Retired loon
Require a place
To crash
get extra fresh
For another day
In the battle of life