from my hero i thrive.
my soul is alive,
when you arrive.
tore my heart to lay and beat.
dropping nails from mouth of creep.
tortured soul must never sleep.
for someone must have cut him deep.
blades of green across the way.
we only peek in times of grey.
blinders are futile if you want to stray.
inner strength and to G-d I pray.
that blades of greens will stay at bay.
peel me off the pavement; dust the pebbles from my skin.
the imprints will not plump, but over time will settle in.
there is no forgetting dormant words from your head.
regret is never present after superior thoughts are said.
blank is my stare; hope is my wish.
open my eyes come morning and give my kids a squish.
in a sacred place.
a foundation of disgrace,
but a vision gives face.