Welcome to my new age,
It is something I see from far yesterday's edge.
Not appliyng to college sage,
Yet the poetry is erupting as day's rage.

This is the new chapter,
The one that shall be written well,
No jealous or somehow evil laughter,
People, I have came back from hell!

I have seen many things, among them
People of the grateful dead emblem,
And those who hide the love under their helm,
Second could bore, first - overwhelm.

Caring for flesh, no more than an animal,
They are under control,
Caring for soul, avoiding the squall,
They are out of control.

I chose the path in between,
Not being outwardly obscene,
I am looking for one to be queen,
Of'course, no one is clean....

As words here last of mine,
Lovers of pain,
Make it give gain.
Lovers of hate,
He could be your brother by fate.
Living in loss,
Have courage to carry your cross.
Those without remorse,
Think before applying your force.
Those who don't care,
Drugs are not the best of out there.
I shall continue with rhyme....