WHY is Because

WHY is BECAUSE

WHY is Because

Why do people cling to the old wives tales instead of real knowledges of central staid ideas? Instead of Life they want there death thy want to fight and lust and hopper in there dirt like egYptian locusts come to dine to belly up to bars in cars and wreck them in the midnite hours. I am a cedar tree of Lebanon with all my own ideas. They wanted me expired and it is that eye still breathe. A turtle in the race against the hairs of all the frogs instead of just one hart
This poet can still breathe yes he can sneeze and try desperately not to curse to bless instead of saying them the curses that he gives to them that seek such awful things there is not no end to the enemies it seems and so eye relearn myself and try again to sneeze just by myself to run the race against the time alone and by myself without my wine or the portents of the muses of the world of the learning's of the institutions of the higher minds. Because the way is LOVE the SAVIOR of us all has made a GOLDEN RULER for the masses the man was staid upon the CROSS when other lesser beings would have given into madness he held on to GOD.
Just because.