As the fields

Of thunder

Came with the whistles

Of chastise,

Becoming an agent

To the ground around

Three men whistle

With bird-like quality

In the peaceful serenity

Of a motionless pond,

Giving a clean sense

Of three pickles dancing

A tango to the beat

Of the thumping

In their heads

Caused by a

Smoke-filled room

That is erupting from

Our regrets of placidity,

Another notch on the wall,

A bird falls from a tree,

Electrocuted by invisible waves,

Sent from the rulers of Time,

A cross bearing

Initials of me and my sense

A feeling of serendipity?

Or, maybe, sorrow,

To have a forlonging drain

Of the ones who

Led us here,

To this place of humans,

The last resorts

Keep you in step

A wrong move

Can create

A calibre of thankfulness

In the twilight,

Highlights of dusk,

We keep rocking and rolling,

Love gone bad

Is experience,

Milk gone bad

Is cottage cheese,

It always costs more

To get the same amount

Of what's gone bad

Then it does before it has,

A lesson?

An experience in life,

Ignorance keeps

Your door shut,

The thing is,

A concept of belonging

You start happy

Others break you down,

Your superiors

Aren't superior

Unless you let them be,

Regardless of your status,

We are all humans,

And if they yell at you

YELL back DAMMIT!