poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


Through the darkness sweeping
And the walls of Eden
Leaping over their borders
Realms of dissorder

In my path I follow
All the rage I swallow
Keep it trapped in inside
Leave my alibies

For the other lives
That follow after the current one
I lack the life
To spend my time undergoverned sun

And ride the waves
And the lands of sand
Disbanned at hand
At the grains demand