Truth & Me

 Accustomed generation, a lighted destination

The treasures beneath before creation

Live through my poems, Street Heart full of scorn

Hold me, a Rose, piercing skin with my thorns

While your smile makes my heart open up even more

Up out of that bud, shining bright, I was born

Churned from root, too wise sayings, so the knowledge is spun

To the soul I still know, walking beats to the drum

I knew years in the past, when my vision was young