I learned, under the light

The lowest year financially, borrowed time, three lovers,
three new strangers...
this New Year I will love my green eye girl-

I learned, under the light of the Moon to be sincere, the
rebel poet- should it be, would it be, I will give it with
Few are the smiles that nude me, many are the stares
that fall in love-

I learned, under the light of the Sun to be an adventurer,
take the rein, and claim my anger...
A year of surprises, friendships of the past return, one
flew away, soon she will return...the lost dove-

I learned, under the light of the Stars to appreciate and
accept the divinity of death for those whom will die in the
New Year...
Thousands of tears I have shed, becoming streams of
living waters. Some lies were truth. If you believe in every
word I say, you believe in every thought you think-

I learned, under the light that my salvation died on Calvary's
cross, and the hour of the end has yet to commence...
Accepted, that when I die, I want no attendance at my funeral,
cremate my body, ashes in the sea-
If they bury me, bury my memory in yesterday, putrid flesh
at dawn...give my bones to the dogs, so they will become wise
as I was-

I learned, that I am the Poet that critics the soul of humanity,
some accept me, many hate me...I care less either way!!!

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