Who Am I?

I saw the midnight and moonlight
of today
as I read his portrait
the million seasoned lines
tossing eyes of war
from the painted green
dust of his

A concrete face
realizing that I am
a chasing emotion
and shadow which lies still
part-bound
lost and found
in elusive gardens

Silky roses
counting pedals demanding
the justice of color
Beauty
Anger
Lust
religion and rebellion

Black and White beauty
lately melancholy
A story blind unread
Opportunities lost in guilt

The obvious anger of old Love denied
resting obscure
A Zillion opposite minds
whom plead advocate peace
from evil intent
perhaps unintened

An offer burning earnest
opinions distroying war
rugged to obtain memento

An outstanding objective of time and order
original obstacles crashing silence
A voice complicated often
still optimistic
Odd

A contradiction of power exhuasted in energy
a holly present in unkempt hands
people and passions painful and powerful
An inevitable process pretty and plainful
A place lost in the triumph persuasion of potential, Right...