Honey, I’d bandage your heart however you threw away the insight I was offering.
Pushed away my arms which were wide open letting you collide into my love.
You ran your mouth and said some hurtful things.
Making me feel useless, keeping me at my feet so you may rely on my love to uplift your soulful spirit.
I will stand in and in, listening to you bantering on and on about whatever went wrong.
Causing this pain that runs its fingers upon your happiness.
My dear I tell you open your pretty eyes wide to look around you to only see the rainbows left in the sky.
Don't stop paving your ways to a brand new day, keep on striding.
Remember there will be better days offering you the best of which life bountifully grants among you.

A light is lit within as my mind wanders the caverns of my inner
thought, there are many twists and turns as I venture through my inner
being, the thrill holds me dear to interactions with others as I draw
close to my abilites of perfect conversation through sheer laughter and
pure enjoyment...I live for the moment to come as the momentum of
today spins out of control, my mind falls to its own eminent reaction

My darling your deceitful lies jab me like the kitchen knife you use to
carve my life away with, stabbing deep within my back as you swindle
your way through my last dieing breathe, This I promise you will not be
alone when I am gone...for you will be haunted by remaining spirit as I
take your last remaining steps plotting your deceitful death

Fortune, fortune…fortunate son of prophecy
Preaches his sermon to the masses of relentless ones
A boy child with blond dusty hair, big bulging blue eyes with fair complexion stands by
Listening to the sermonizer as he delivers his powerful words of peaceful kindness
A kingly man speaks ******* as the statements shift forward in a timely matter
Plains of destructive aftermaths, horizons of thronged hysteria
Captivates the surroundings, laying in the background like plagues in biblical portions
“Raise my son, this is the day we shall rise and go onward... the time is now to rebuild”
States the preacher’s blessed father as he be troves his scriptures with tightened grip

Child becomes man that very day, setting forth his striving ambitions
Letting go of his childhood memories with a fight to change what once went wrong
Standing in the darkest hour of his destiny, he becomes tame with greater conviction
It will be no easy task knows the boy; he will set forth with courageous tidings
Bravery will stand the test of time, witnessing the spiritual uplifting momentums

Kingly man stands in the way of his convictions, for he is a self loather
Built to the hilt in muscle and stubbornness filling his belt buckle
His abilities hold him from ever knowing life’s greatest mysteries
Diabolically he counts the steps of world *******, standing taller than any man before him
But it is he who will be overran by Prophetic Son of the Holy Spirit

The land as far as any man can see lay in grey ****** rubble
Ambiance of ash strewn clouds fogged the earth’s surface
Causing transportive means to get choked out, shutting down the crossroads of societies
However to the man child, who stood the chance of defeat. Saw nothing of this sort
He looked out onto the existing landscape and saw roadways paved of solid gold
Trees blooming with fully bloomed cherry blossoms, and fields of floral arrangements
The king did not like anything of the sort, so he tried and tried to foil the rehabilitation
Of the groves of smiling girls and playful boys while the elders cheerfully applaud
However the kingly man became overrun by the source of his own allegations
Turned the cheek and gave way to the man who once was a child, the day stays brighter
on the other side of reality looked around to adore what you have set before your very own eyeful delight