I fought too hard against the wall

Of people tough enough

Or stupid anyway respectfully

Disguised in acquisition stuff

Submitted to the light of comprehensive souls

Respect is not

What I was seeking from the crowds.

Just moot and glowing sound

Reflecting life around

Shone peacefully over the gulf

Of wishes of all who want

To reach the shore and let me do whatever

I was going to.

No chance. I’m threatened by the hell,

Suppressed by their desire,

Caught tight inside myself

And put on crucifix or burned by evil fire.

In places known me

I wish to feel much better unless too late

So I complain about my precious fate.

Inside circumference of light

So bright that non can see a thing

Unless they blind and help

Another to find the path into the ring

Of high perfection destined by higher resurrection

Circle of my dreams

Distorted by the things that never glue apart

You know – this is a real art:

Eliminate your competition,

Gain access to those who are smart.

Or may be sit in dormant swamp

Enjoying waves that sooth your skin

Your soul, your feathers, your wings

And legs so you don’t have to fly again

Or run, or feel, or love, or move.

You’ve got exiting spleen.