These fugitive pigments

These fugitive pigments

The passions now pastures

The calm of retrospect 

The station of past blurs

The changes given time

The third eye cataract 

The vibrance of Egypt

Stripped in the artifact

My propeller compass

My propeller compass

So many lessons learned

Gut reactions gutted

Or delivered as earned

Wisdom not from aging

But assessing results

Weighing criticism

Affirming and insults

We made a secret with

We made a secret with

Ourselves we kept for years

Rejection came early

From both loved ones and peers

We learned to scan crowds for

Acceptance and safety

It began at the start

Conception not lately

Out of the past tense to

Out of the past tense to

Feel textures of today

A living memory

Still adding newer weigh

Love is in the moment

Does it have any tense

It is the Overwhelm

Heavy metal sixth sense

Where is the sigh we seek

Where is the sigh we seek

There was a summer once

Days of guarantees of

Freedom and joyous hunts

Years of jousting to get

Ahead but further from

A time that wasn’t made

But dearly all the sum

It was only a dream

It was only a dream

No one knows it is lost

Clouds die everyday if

Crystals can’t hold their frost

Not casting a shadow

Thin air like darkness stood

Future in the past tense

Was that wasn’t, dead would

Why are we walking on

Why are we walking on

Ukrainian eggshells 

Why do we not defend

Them against Russian swells

Are democracies just

Falling out of power

Not partners in lies like

A dictator coward