new poem in a long time

searched inside,
alive,
i dont forsee the middle;
i can concieve,
retrieve,
of the burning sensations warpped deep into mine
chest..
whsipers of the lost rememberence,
ever sweet, in the
fine thighs of another mother earth's  wombs we were created,
the bitter and the forsaken,
for longed and overly made
when my life of this world had ceased to be..
never ever in these seems of the
never ever pointless dreams of our
children's sighs;
whistles cried out into the distance as
more carnage won and
more our judgment nose dived into a
bombed submission...
no more scorn and release the ever
inpending doom of these years beneath the capicorn..
i submit in my digerson, of all the blantncey, all of the deccencey,
lost and wrangled in the epitimhe
of the little seas, of the whole
soul we forget to be..
as once again so once more golden is the
nothingness born from the coocons of ones old..
and i did not
lie to the middle again...
you did my friend.. you did..