Down by the Riverside

I never saw the Ocean or the Sea

but wandered every river bed while wailing

and sought to calm my rages peacefully

provoked by ire every little e


While all across my arms I held a Rosary.

Though I am not a Catholic I am Faithful.

And pray for each and every bitter Soul.

Swallow their pains a Chalice of Ages.


When Love was what was censored all for this:

and even to profess its preferences

sing day and night of love that acquiesces

yet only fells the thorns of albatrosses

Goodbye my Day Come my Future Sage.
Take this War and with your Welcome, Wage It