( Sonnet )*

What length are days so dearly trodden,
Riddled in stocks, museums of mind,
How can one soul with heart commend
And play these martial fields unkind?
We are wages cast about four corners
And spun to globe of coordinates web,
Sailing by moon, lit oceans of scorn,
Rudderless, blind— innocently led,
Yet here, one star, the sun is a beacon,
We are bathed each day in ****** light
And gifted to morn with new beginnings,
From dreams we wake with newborn sight                              
    And gods watch over with stellar eyes,
    We are babes knowing— cradled in sky.

my blind vision of love is a dripping ****
an oral vacuum, the wrong end of a shunt
need it, bleed it, **** what you really want
chained to a pig when its beef that you hunt
praised for your lies and punished for blunt
pain for the young soul, freedom's growth to stunt
nature's blood in prision, the king's a ******* runt
hand you the world because your pink sack's worth a grunt

There's so much violence going on in the world right now that it makes me wonder where are we living.The world could do with some love.I wish people would do the following-
                  Inhale Love
                 **Exhale Hatred

When everything else "good" left
Hope remained throughout the chaos

Fear the stillness whers't thou find
the dreary life and idle mind,
wherein thine own reflection lies
a baleful thing with glassy eyes.
Let horror of this fill thine heart,
to maul thy slothy core apart.
Ignite within thine blighted soul,
a fire that should cleanse it whole.
Let passion rouse it from thine state,
that thou shalt grasp the skeins of fate.

Thus boldly stride a person who,
was born, hath died, is born anew.