pieces of Peace

as she sips her tea full ....to cope
where days brings back faith
for another life involved evolves
into extensions of hope

but man still bitter to the taste of blood 
moving from pockets to pockets searching

passport moving bags 
waxing floors to stick 
while juices slicks to taste the heat
as shrubs remains to tease unfolds

but the mind re mines the same as dust to dust 
who cares or shares but death to debts
or gives a fuck of time as pastures to pleasures
to cement

like a fish in scent the halls

to graves we all will graze in lines of mines
we go or went to pass me by
 
all the fucking same to you 
we sleep in time as now we sleep

from shrubs
from muse to mud

a twig
a leaf
a branch
a tree
a house  a house a place....... 
not shoe nor choose embrace
...a happy thought
on this
too late the cause or course