The hills of music
The loudness
Of Brilliant
Beauty
Her yodeling
reminds
Me of
A
Singing
Scenery
The yodeling
Christens
Heights
The peace
Behind
the mountains
Brings
The solace
Of Many
years
That may bring
Constellations
With wintry stars
Snowing
Soulfully

Hard rain falls
Whilst fighting fists ****
Power rules them by scarily deep drawl
"War cries"
For them all
Off with them all
By the time of the fall
We'll **** them all
Dying in the midst
Whistle blowing
In the warring wind
Making our stand
Fighting for our rights

Get up stand up for your
Rights
Don't crawl
You may fall

In the sailing squall
Our worst hurricanes hold
Your home in its waves
It cascades the grace
Towards the direction of dreary
Eyes that can't dream

Looking at your resting reflection
In the greener waters?

Sea of the hooded sharks
Fins keeps us in the view of danger
In the transparent waters
Maybe the ranger will
Save you from the storm

Hoping storm troopers
Make you a service ranger

Kids stuck in the Syrian war
Are they just children
Dying for peace
With their dreams
Resting with ashes
That should have belonged
To the seas

And lot of watching
In the end just believing
That war is a belief
War is Peace
Orwell oft' is right
Ignorance is Strength
Freedom Is Slavery
Since,
God watches
Fighting with his ignorance
With enslaved strength
Freedom Is Strength
And it is powerful
Since, it prays
For praise

Like Madonna
Painted on the oil
Thou art Hope
"Your art ropes me in"

In The Cathedral
Your Hope brings art
To the ghouls
They are,
The ghosts of the many souls

And the Jews
Chambered in the gas
Ceiling
Breathing through a mouth-piece
"I'm dying, the fumes"
They're tearing my lungs to pieces!
Thinking
Where is the crimson tide
Is it peace
Whilst drowning in
The horizon?

In red hues
In the death
Of the dead sea
The laurel wreath
Lies floating with the breath
Oh capt'n capt'n  
Of the sailing wind

Nails to the coffin
The wind whistles
Jesus Is Dead
Jesus Is Dead
Jesus is the dead?

Resurrected in the end

I love his soul
As much I love my own
But when I'm with him
I learn love through touch
Without the fear, insecurity
Without the fears of society
He makes me fearless
And I become his last
Mistake
Intimidating intelligently
At every gust and gale
I feel pale
By his soul
Flowing through my veins
When his feelings falter
My arteries
I scream
"Heart"
*Earth

Sun rays racing streets
Raising shining swaying smiling
With the jive and joy
And black boys
golden girls
And white waves
Of temperate tulips turned

In my sleep
Awake feeling blue
Caressing my jet black
Head full of dark hair
Watchful stars
I'm watchful of me
Scared of the innocence

I feel my skin
Underneath
Your steel

I bring watchful
Peace
In time

I keep my touch
Away
From strangers

I keep hearts
From people
In lessons

I keep my late
Nights
With the forgiven


In Prayer
Underneath Peace ; Away From People and Knights