dirty road blues

innocent liars 

bemusing, in the narrow notions of life

pitiful missionaries

seeking truth in lurch

 on thy search

over mountains, seas 

and bare naked valleys 

through forests, 

and birds among trees

lost shadows in the mob 

artifices of the wrong dreamer

drinking every time, 

desires with a secret tone

like dancing men 

with no remorse

a subtle surrender

to a single call 

they dance, they fall

in tender ruins 

of burned ages

that nature transcends

great satyr, 

dreams aloud our sound 

with pan's flute, a memory of the native lute

they keep follow him around

through mystic woods

away from sight 

a owl sings

 quietly 

in peaceful delight 

it reminds me 

long gone affairs

with the river daughters, 

descending the stairs

taking all our secrets away 

from here

further from this town 

further from this notion of steer

those vivid wounds of creation

are still alive 

in several different worlds

broken tools 

for the beckoning fools

memorabilia 

to reach again the child in you

it calls you in dreams

it calls you in death

to where ether in

strives with your silence

and her words 

would languidly 

drive us

the violin creations, appealing 

to the choirs 

the drums sets rhythm, through 

our isolation

all life urges, bringing the rain  

for the feast of the nation

where 

 insane wildness scores 

broken stain 

glasses 

of sacred houses, neighbors  

kept the cards away, games are now hidden

 under their tables

bravery squads of heroes, they bestow in cradles

sharing their fruits

to all our oppressed children