Take my hand hold on through the quicksand of my expressed agony for I’m trying to bring us past the vanity and the demonic hailings I paint can as swiftly change to angels sailing past the hate my words can take you from a pearless white night with only the moon in sight then twist that light back to the sun’s beaming might surround you in a blizzard with imagery so vivid it cuts through the snow like a rock in a rivers flow bring you from the crumbles of earthly ruins to the humble pearly white gates of heavenly viewings invoke you in anger & apathy a firery rage bellowing until you hear a fazed echoeing pulling you from the depths of mind to the paradise I envisioned for mankind corrupt you with illness of doubtful hate then present a panacea of a hopeful fate
I know I’m just a man, but take my hand and I’ll show to your there’s more to us than a monotonous plan
The rays of the sun Shines through the transparent glass window Illuminating the room Sunbeams playing around With shadows on the ground My gaze upon a golden figure Glowing in the standing mirror Teasing me Into a world of timelessness And endless whispers Roaring within me With laborious vigor It’s heat most appealing In this dry cold. Shadows appearing on the edges At the end of the sun’s rays Dancing on the edges Taunting me Yet teasing me With unspoken words A glamorous invitation To a sonorous congregation In the shadows Beyond the rays of the sun.
Within the whirlpool of silhouettes in the darkened night there she stood
Burdened with eyes that has seen too many deaths it’s all she’s come to know
Streaking black hair that masquerades her face the type that makes the moon pale in her white aura
Lithe figure she possessed yet hardened by the life she has so far lead to a place she wished to have fled
And in the midst of this starless night surrounded by a world of scorned dreams and ground too salted to sprout aspiration
She reminisced but in her minds eye all she could see were humanities cries with desires and passions set aside the earth contorted to stone and yet she still cried
Voices bearing the hailing of lost legacies echoed through the lonely night and the girl wondered if she was the only one who heard the sigh