Lost...like my poetry

I used to be a lost child
No hope at home
None at the community school
He's just too stupid
One of those of ill regard
The bad child

Then I was introduced
To the woman in red
Gazing out to the vast sea
Oh, how it was heaven
She showed me the real world
Beholding my wonder
Such elegance
Mystery
Hardship
Intrigue
Love
Anger
Such movable passion
With those outstretched arms

She revealed herself real in my dreams
Her arrival, at the closing of my eyes
Showered in white rose petals
Whispering magic
Around her bare naked feet
Waves of black doves
Singing melodies
Chanting

My new friend left me
She no longer came around
Went to be with the sea
My dreams felt empty
I was lost in an adult suit
Just traveling a barren world
Withered rose petals blew away
Vultures sit and look at me
Skeletal pigeons scattered

I erected a statue just for me
Her head is tilted a little
Showing that amazing femininity
What a beautiful smile
Look at those fingers
Oh, the worlds they must have created
Let me apologize
The birds shit in your stone hair
Though, I must admit
It truly brings out the color in your eyes

I came to talk with you
Have some bad news dear lady in red
My concrete friend
I found something new
Been waiting all this time for you
Sucks, you never showed
It's just a time thing
I'm sure a woman of your stature understands
Don't fret
Someone will come to remove the bird shit
It just won't be me

I'm an old fucker now
Home is where I decide it to be
School is every day in the world
I was never too stupid
Value is what I see

Oh, dear woman in red
I wanted to thank you, 
Thank you for taking the time with me
My mind was opened wide
These brilliant green eyes
Able to perceive what is in me
I write about everything's anything
So good to see you still standing
Peering out at that vast sea
Apologies for the bird shit
Dude said he was going to keep you clean
It's just time, within me
Thanks for the dream

Gocni the Arrogant Schindler of humility wrote this shit!
Peace yo!

Once upon a time
there was this little thing
it had these big eyes
wanted something lovely
Strived for the short of it
in the spring, it would present itself alive!
Fall would come and kill it dead
Life
Don't you just love the beauty of it?