He found sunshine in the shade and radiance in the dark.

He found moonbeams atop lakes and oceans amongst the stars.

And as our vision fades in the phosphorescent haze, we shall know our names.

Unscathed.

And as we disconnect the days and fate shows its fangs, we will know our place.

In nowhere.

many curtains cover the stage

of which is the truest

or shall we focus only on the stage

or maybe the people on it

but can you see the strings

or that the lips dont match the voice

i am never sure if i should watch the stage or the audience

I still deny the rules and social ties of citizen spies

that i televise by shouting chanted anthems into the sky

yet to comply with the codes of conduct i defy

as you synthesize the number and size

i am careful not to compromise the lost light within my eyes

my cold gaze reflective of your demise

and i

scrutinize them until they realize they're being penalized for the lies

until maggots monopolize your corpse through your cries

until pulled away by the hissing of shadowed flies that fly into the lost light in my eyes

until my pupils cauterize

locking you inside

institutionalised

and i

am imprisoned in a prism of realism

as anti social collisions have me pulling my soul through verbal incisions

seeping radioactive emissions

from the legions of religions

from the season of rhyme without reason

failure to pay darkened tuitions is now treason

as catastrophic cataclysms lock me away in my primal visions

my verbal inflictions as though holy missions to infuse friction

smashing through my divided contradictions and feeding my addictions

good riddance

There's a nemesis on the premises

watching through the crevices of my hellishness

watching the precious homage paid to my delicate testaments of corruption and bitterness

yet to know observation is venomous if hesitant

the evidence is irrelevant while you wait on a settlement of peace from a benevolent king

back stabbing sentiments have no precedence over the decaying elements of my eloquence

not one finger can touch the decadence of my mental inhabitants

with whispers of shadows within their em-battlements

some go celibate from the spiritual experiments

in villainous line scrimages

consumed

with images of pillaged villages

baffled

in the battle to dismantle the soul scandals

manhandling rambles through foolish gambles

we each blow out our own candles

Left for dead

Strangled

And i heighten the enlightened

while writing of my confinement

still fighting amongst the frightened under lunar alignments

still working consignment for devils in retirement

holding souls in lament, to later examine it

you could only but fathom it

tragedies immaculate

Sun shone but once and the grass covered the sidewalk