Clutching onto the wings of life,
His grasp is surely in the reach,
Reminding thus far his strife;
And breathing in retrid peace.

An arrow shot through the heart,
Holding his hand in silent unity,
Crying out the pain, what a lie;
he no longer breathes immunity.

Authors wail in distant slain,
Committing his act as a sin,
Though they don't know his hardships;
As the sky's breathe rain.

A transgression befell upon thee,
And the wicked tears flow,
Understanding his mindset;
So now they know.

Rusted, desolated, broken dreams.
Torn down, built up, sold as new.
Forgotten memories, stolen ideas,
That is where I hail from.

Sky blue eyes curving simplicity,
I reign from the ashes of the hollow.
Black, blue, yellow, and green
the fruits show peace beyond negativity.

Sitting on an open porch,
Smiling like no other,
listening to the tales of the tales,
that come from my father.

Apricot trees, Fixated houses;
down the street is torn up and beat,
where my friends lived vouches,
is where I would come up to meet.

Current animations hold a shotgun,
shooting at the first sight seen at the end of the street,
sadly is where my life belongs;
And where my dreams rely.
My life flashes before my eyes
As my two childhoods collide.

Clouds fill the night sky, hiding those that shine.
Silence echoes through the waves of infidelity;
allowing those to speak with low humanity.
Cars blare with retched tunes, only to avoid their doom.
Hiring signs verbally passed around,
gossip in surround sound.
Hope etched into a million dreams,
taking part in the crescent screens.
Dancing upon dancing into twirling
headache *****-filled gleam.
Guessing games and endless fright,
clouds filling the moonlit night.

I dreamt about you again.
They gave you back just to ****** you up.
And it pains me to see the twinkle in your eye,
Unknowing if this is the last goodbye.

I dreamt of you tonight.
The thoughts just kept replaying in my mind.
Do you even remember my name?
We tried our best, my mother and I.

I dreamt of you in general.
And although we paid thousands of thousands
We’re in debt forever and ever,
Just to see you never.

I dreamt of you at ease.
I can’t keep up the silence anymore.
Thinking of you unsheltered and alone.
The pain still hurts me.

I dream of you always.
Hoping we cross paths another day,
And our guilt will just go away.

But until then,
I will forever dream of you.

Caught in a trapezoid of emotions;
Distancing their commodities to serve manly duty.
Time is of the essence, evolution participating.
Feelings ditched with a standard glock;
Rays of sunshine succeeding,
Composing the lack of empathy.

Young as a stack of cash,
Drawn out as an empty ATM.
Apologies aren’t accepted, nor tolerated
Whacked upon belief,
We are soon found beneath the reef.

Besmirched by peers,
Ostracized.
We live as we live; die as we die.
We fight as we fight;
And we lie when we lie.

Crimes often exposed with loyal servitude,
Preaching the terrified beyond their years,
Crying their hearts out they ache,
Searching for their lonely little tear.

We aren’t the gratification you seek.
We aren’t the heartache you need.
We aren’t the thrill of the century.

Our lines are slick as they are easy.
Resist if you must; defend you will.
Once on our hit list you’ll surely be killed.

Despondency reeks on the mind so blue,
Plaguing the thoughts to a halt
and breaking the spirit divine.
Gestures haunt their living soul,
Constantly relapsing in moment’s time.

Heartbreaking desires sketch their weight
Onto a limitless sheet of paper,
writing those empty lines and
drawing their twisted fate.

Finding their purpose is the key to life,
yet the door remains purposely closed.
And we wonder why they soon cry in pain
simply put nothing will ever be the same.

Immediately we stand trial; clasping hands in thought,
Mending our realities and shaping our perception.
Intensity pleads against the harbor while throwing overboard the scripture
Sounds, density, volume
Surrounds our very unknown life.
Yet we praise upon the fiend, and refuse to hold onto our mind.
Onslaught is our very friend, for it is our mortal enemy.
Understand the briefings we not, and yet we appear happy.