My independence
Holds my special memories
Deep within my heart

For those who had fought
To preserve our liberties
Who now have long passed

To me he was king
He had compassion and love
He was my father

He like others died
To make our lives more fruitful
To make our lives free

It is up to us
To save our Independence
Each month day and year

By remembering
What actions took place through war
To maintain our peace

Utter brainless nincompoop
in this poem heretofore addressing
I wanna be forever free
and clear from mortal anguish,
and need more than a blessing -
I need a miracle worker after confessing
behavior causing depressing
wretched state of mind
self incriminating admission expressing
emptying out checking
and savings accounts.

Blood flows through my veins,
I try to flow, but it always fails in vain,
Many hopes, dreams, glory, gushing every January,
growing, Marching on with will,
To the warm and rigid hands of May,
Unbelief and fear comes with other August visitors,
Leaving failures behind, to keep me sober every December.
My Lazarus is struggling, striving to come forth,
But he is lost, locked inside the fig tree.
My people praise me, calling me a hero,
One who has nothing, not even a zero
I try to see my tomorrow,

Carry me away,
make these images,
these unfinished statues
of rainbow sunrise,
complete.
Enlighten my soul.

Could you take me from here?
To full moon light above pastures,
fill my nights with the caress of care,
May I take you?
Run my fingers through your curls.
You are my opulent universe!

Infatuating appearances,
I will not give up on
the search for another daybreak.
To see zebras paint constellations,
and birch leaves land on water steps,
my nature.