Blazing Eyes Are Dull But Bloods Still Stand ABlock.
When war was a young massacred eyestream;
And kids ran in elephants' foot of a-rock,
Toppled breasts rose to run walk; needle-team'-
As eyes blaze and powders raged cool the flock.
Shadows of blazes chased legs to the stream-
Where the world whirls by, of a counter-shock,
Years-are-days, years-clear-days of mournful steam-
As sweet as pain to knell bells knock 'n' teeth's mock.
Fall are fade and blaze aflame as tears scream,
Tears were stream, so, blazed eyes left for, oh-lock-
Fleeting legged hassled and piled self as seam,
Blazing eyes are dull but bloods still stand ablock.
"words from the innocent mind"