Head Control

Saturate the eclipses,

stir the heaven’s call.

I know of ways of old,

fall is calling my fall.

When the season turns

I can feel a soul earned.

In the cold mountain my

wise soul it does burn.

I breathe smoke dragon

call me unto blue sky I

think the sense in me

I could feel real tonight.

The fall of my heart it

weeps in green pasture;

I pray you keep me see

path’s disaster I master.

Turn me my love I fire

desire the warmth of

a love a world it shuns,

I call my god of blood.

Tell father, be so proud

of his little boy turmoil,

has erred inside his past;

grows a hope in his soil.

5 Comments Add yours

  1. Hi Jared! I like your chain.

    Per usual, this is another excellent piece. You weave and wind words together with the best of them. 🖤♥️

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    1. Your turn to post a picture of you…🤣🤣


      1. Hahaha yeah I am fine doing that 1:1 in email but not for the whole world 🦇

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        1. I don’t have a bat emoji…I’m jealous. Lol.


          1. 🦇🦇 one for me and one for you!

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