My experimentaion with stream of consciousness free verse

Always.

I will always compose my life in short prose until I see myself in passive alliance to double backing along the road I will never let myself go back I can't let myself go back so any mistakes I make I make with mood and any mistakes I find define the answers why there is no period only truth can you see the line because I can only see the design that leads me to the open wide where I can finally see inside myself and see outside myself to see past myself to others that need my help but help is where the heart is and righteousness was never bliss but science says the answer is that god could never father kids but all of this continues to happen could it be just a mere distraction a cause without a reaction a fire without a passion but passion continues to hate and animals will always mate and governments will always raise the stakes till the stakes are laid that our stake in life is made in our following are own kind but who is this who we can follow when no one is on the road and who is this who we can follow when no one is home and who is this where can we turn to when we are cold blood boiling in the snow falling crystals individual yet dull but I declare singleness and self aware that these signs that always stare down from the rooftops were never theirs so we should take them down burn them down and make them fail and take back whats ours and pull these darts from the hearts of wars till I can finally feel that kiss that I desire that kiss on my cheek even higher that kiss on my forehead till I expire and fall farther into your arms and mire in the only thing that makes me more but where can I turn and where can I find why must it be this elusive it never was this conclusive but conclusions made this super man will waste the day never finding saving grace yet always striving for saving face how long can I go let me ask you how big is your ego is it more powerful than eagles stealing breezes from east wind seagulls singing songs of better people and dreams the drops from tall wood steeples this is life this is courage this is everything and everywhere till no one is aware that the heart they wear and what God gave them is theirs.