HARVESTS

© RYAN GUILEY

As they sat, he already knew,

As most people will know by clues,

She harvests in his love being so true,

As our steps are broken by who?

 

The spirit calls out your name,

As their lives will never be the same,

As the answer puts those to blame,

As the story was written before it came.

 

It takes two people to create us,

As he only knows by her trust,

The wind blows making a huge gust,

As their precious metals turn to rust.

 

The toxic is in those who hold power,

But it us who speak will be so louder,

Some might get wet with a shower,

But in life, it’s starts all with a flower.

 

Time rests in those who hold,

Not by the ones who stockpile gold,

Obstruction as they not let it be told,

The land was never intending to be sold.

 

Your reach is close to my domain,

As you will be provided with a claim,

As I will wipe your eyes without pain,

As the leverage is so much to gain.

 

The trumpets will make a thump,

As they will hit a huge bump,

Truth is larger than the trump,

Only fat is stored inside of a hump.

 

Where is the land that promises?

As I know that you are near St. Thomas,

Wrapped in blanket, he is the fondest,

Their faults are so cruel and not honest.