A twilight glimpsed through a visage faintly,
Awaiting results from a far away machine,
Slipping codes through random pathways,
Hear them ping so quaintly,
Interlacing on your television screen

Raucous sounds fill the outline,
Momentary pauses to cut between the scenes,
An image floats so freely,
Beyond the bounds to what cannot be seen

It asks you briefly for monetary gain,
Asking questions with no answer,
Your glued eyes mute to all the pain,
Rusting spokes must peddle faster

Metal soldiers storming through the alleyway,
Introducing coldness to the ground,
Praised collectives call for them to stay,
And wrap our souls within the sounds,
Of wordplay

Sound waves shame the schism of the hemispheres,
Lost and found like anomalies,
Drawing battles out of thin veneers,
And a fading sense of honesty

Your baggage claims you at the gate,
Zipping fast like mood swings,
It finds itself in front of fate,
Each and every bite it brings

Crafting laughter from the silence,
Making names so hastily,
Your open discourse leads to violence,
This vision is now hazy

You'll see yourself a carousel,
A distant faction at the edge,
The rise and fall of broncos,
So steadily they're all abridged,
Mechanically outpaced and flanked,
By armies standing at the ridge,
Of time

Set within your lost and found,
Is this a game?
Twists and turns and tricks abound,
Are you afraid?
Of being played?

I'm just here to tell you that you're wrong,
You're just here to fake it til' I'm gone,
There's little else to stand between,
My ailing will,
Your failing dream

Pieces lining up in rows,
Trading cards or trading blows,
The end is met by daylight's glow,
I saw the cheat,
And now I know,
Your game...

Fraying vines are kicked up, swinging,
Winds changing course to shield them,
Desperate calls are left out ringing,
No response or reaction

A watchful bounty boasts of the autumn haul,
As members, strewn about, are hinging
Wasted flags are clotted in the smog,
Of cities running hot, unflinching

Coerced by diamond songs and halos,
Complete, concise and fringing,
Tangents whizz past the silos,
Around its frame, fogs collecting

Fabled hands reach out to touch me,
Freeing threads from connecting,
Watch the world shed its colors,
Rainbows diffracting shades down the river

The clamor of business arrangements, far overreaching,
Legislate a syndrome
Parasitic clauses penned down are leeching,
Their soldiers sent home,
A *******'s rules are best left for breaching

Stitched within the puppet's membrane,
A captain's log for watching,
Left alone these methods will stain,
And lead us all to nothing

A thank you for our time in passing,
Pleasing rounds of discourse singing,
Asking for what cannot be known,
Behind the curtains masking

With this twisted, little constable you call a friend,
You scatter fro to find the end,
With open spaces left to fill,
Imaginative canvas spills,
Upon the ground in such a way,
To satiate the calming sway of evergreens and frozen pines,
Providing to your humble shrine,
A gift of immortality,
Stripped of its virility,
'Till seven days pass along the channels of your mind,
You'll weep for such affinity...

Count the hours on the clock,
Shifting hands to softly mock,
The nagging tick of mortal flocks,
Atop this fetid, burdened rock

Arranged in dandy rows of twelve,
Nestled firm above the shelves,
They strum a tune for silent crowds,
To dust and grime and hellish clouds

Waiting for its muse to strike,
As if a match or flame alike,
It leaps from hours seeking rhythm,
To seize upon a growing schism

Ringing out, it quells the chime,
Weeping children stand in line,
Dead men all accused of crimes,
Against the grueling pace,
Of time

"These bleeding hands, tis' all you thought,
For now you see,
It's all a sign..."

Addition through subtraction
Is the banner of the warring faction
Collections of heroic action
Gilded slices
Framed in fractions
Imbibing the well
Gaining traction
Just enough to coax distraction

One step forward and another step Backwards…

Was it ever really ours to begin with?
No…
Is this a bad feeling you can sit with?
Hey!
Is everything better when it’s infinite?
Well…
Filling in the blanks of your war path
Go…
Disguising your ambitions as a rough draft
Stay!

They max out capacity
For competent destruction
When experience and cunning
And confident instruction
Lays down its fears
Wastes all its weapons
Succeeds in defeating
The tenets of justice
Consulting in tandem
With forces abroad
Gaining gilded grace
from God

One step forward and another step Backwards…

Was it ever really ours to begin with?
No…
Is this a bad feeling you can sit with?
Hey!
Is everything better when it’s infinite?
Well…
Filling in the blanks of your war path
Go…
Disguising your ambitions as a rough draft
Stay!

Approach the core
The idle center
All can stay
None may enter
Exchange your fate
For private venture
Gold arrays for carnal pleasure
Pair off in groups
To find the treasure
Waxing, waning
Mental pressure
Trauma can be hard to measure

One step forward and another step Backwards…

Was it ever really ours to begin with?
No…
Is this a bad feeling you can sit with?
Hey!
Is everything better when it’s infinite?
Well…
Filling in the blanks of your war path
Go…
Disguising your ambitions as a rough draft
Stay!

Afterwards they find themselves in quite the conundrum
Fifty-odd pounds of force swinging like a pendulum
No more battered heroes coming ‘round to defend them
Act against inaction
The final addendum

One step forward and another step Backwards…

Was it ever really ours to begin with?
No…
Is this a bad feeling you can sit with?
Hey!
Is everything better when it’s infinite?
Well…
Filling in the blanks of your war path
Go…
Disguising your ambitions as a rough draft
Stay!
Stay!
Stay!

I heard the blaring wails
Of strangers playing pin the tail
On the donkey

Reminds me of a time
When we use to play
Swing the flail
At the monkey

We were young
And feeling spunky

But when the morning comes again
I’ll see you then

Today I’ll wear my positive attitude
Just for you

Till the soil in the flowerbed
Even if I’m feeling blue

I know it may seem old school
That I’m still sipping sweet vermouth

The memories flair up
And I’m returned to youth

Come upstairs
I’m on Floor 2
The one that has
A distant view

Just a couple steps away
From knowing where you are
I feel your presence fade from me
You seem so very far

The little talks
And street lamp walks
I thought would bring us closer

What was I to do?

Worry not your pretty head
None of it was true

Purse your lips,
I have a gift,
Open wide and savor sips,
A hurried propagation slips,
Through the gaps,
Between your hips

Describe the rhythm,
By your frown,
Moving face to face,
And down a path of absolution,
Keeping pace with dead-eyed dreams,
Forming tracks amongst contusions

Now it breathes a solemn sigh,
Merely an affront to cry,
Senselessly for all the world,
Out it shies, and "it's a girl",
Hide...

I just don't understand,
You gaze upon this fertile land and shrug,
As if to swat my hand!

I know you're feeling down,
What if we made you wear this crown to bed,
And watched you flounder like a clown!

The morning seems to call,
For ways to break your sawtooth walls,
But you'd rather build them up again,
So watch your step, you just might fall!

Beaming red and in a daze,
You seize upon what little praise,
Could crawl from such a crooked state of mind,
You dragged us all to the ground,
When trying to emerge from this haze!

Sing your tune for us tonight,
Fill the halls with awe and spite,
As you fumble all the way through this *****!

"Fiddle-dee-dum,
Riddle-me-***,
And cloud out the insufferable hum,
With dancing, prancing, loads of ***,
Perhaps it's time that I recite!"

Eighteen green balloons
Circling around the bed
A few blue flowers in bloom
Just to counteract the red
In your pleading eyes
Candles carry on the lies
Of specters caring on the side
Just knowing it’s your time

Down the hall the gurney hastens
Secluded, little airtight spaces
Where the walls are growing faces
The Lord left all His grace behind
Installing breathless tangled braces
Locked within are faithless traces
Doubts tumble down a *****
Towards sober trials
Drunken chases
Seems to me too late to race
The pulsing threat of black embraces

A myriad of visions slip
A pair of switches toss and flip
What used to be your fabric twined
Now lies outstretched and slowly rips
Paintings of your past receding
Into modern microchips
Rushing laughter comes to grips
Against a brush of fingertips
Until the shining light makes way
For vessels in memoriam
The last of life escapes in ships
Faintly passing by the sound
Of others on their final trip

Here and there,
But gone so soon,
Leaving footprints in the dunes

Your ship is cast to waves astray,
Vibrant lights in full array,
As plumes of dust connect with rust,
To cleanse the tide of runaways

What is that sound which clings to air,
Where none withstand the winter's bare,
But wolves, ticks and mounds of bricks,
Though softly playing, unaware it breathes,
New excerpts from the wind...

Pointing with your finger,
Pull the trigger,
You're a hypocrite

Peeking at your eyes,
Spelling lies,
You're so full of ****

Watch you stagger,
Under banner,
Flagging sirens in the distance

Face your angle,
Hear them mangle,
Sonnets like the scripture

Compel this silly dance away,
Maybe we will simply stay,
Or march towards another day,
And find ourselves along the way

Despite your lack of flowing diction,
You seem to know of this affliction,
Rivaling the Roman fiction,
Tassets turn to your position

"I speak a name but give a story,
One to years I've spent away,
And one for years of future glory,
The walls of dust you once beheld,
Can now give way to pastures knelled,
By death and life and grief, a meld,
Of several pieces stitched and sown,
To teach to you, memento mori"

Once-stable souls now rest on thistles,
Leaders launch their pretty missiles,
Towards dens of daggers, stones and whistles,
The name we sought now has a face,
"A waxy, shiny, formless gristle"

This place cannot commune with plague,
If held to motives ever vague,
Your scriptures lined with pictures ample,
Bereft of science, truths or samples,
Though as the saying softly goes,
Glory be to leaders trampled...

Happy birthday, grey sky
You were always so shy
Unwanting
Unwilling
Just itching to hide

Come on and say hi
Or hang there and cry
Unstable
Unmoving
Receding from life

I cannot say why
You're resting up high
So earnest
So honest
Yet failing to try

Concerned for your pride
With quickness and stride
I'd say you've played safe
If not for the balance
You battle inside

Upon approach, with facts and all,
You've brought with you a righteous haul,
In step, a dance of victory,
To spite the guilds of history

"A crucifix is ****** to fail,
If Honor's face is blue and pale",
You lie to string the vengeful gale of providence,
Along your trail

Behind your foot, a lagging force of gravity,
As if a horse, compels itself to gallivant in misery,
When no reproach is cast on he,
Who shields himself from revelry

Strike your fields with rusted scythe,
Convinced, your crops now take their life,
In what seems as though a winter fair,
Alas, your fruit is torn and bare,
Again...

Relinquishing humanity,
From items of profanity,
Through twisting corridors,
Of calming insanity

"A cacophony of triggered blasts,
Repelled their advance,
Crippled by divinity,
And trampled by a melody of ants,
They fell deaf,
To a chorus of vanity"

Staining throats with bitter notes,
And fueling their depravity,
As engines thrash with metal cries,
Fumes clot the weakened skies,
With chemical equations,
And troubling invasions,
Of self

Taciturn and knocking at another door,
Filling homes with countless scores,
Of broken thugs,
Plaintive drugs,
And holograms of corporate ******,
Trained in only metaphors,
Feeding bits of spinal cord,
To growling hordes,
Of jaded lords,
In ziggurats with gilded floors

So perilous,
This pathway,
Steeped in violent disarray,
Bleeding at the seams,
But gnashing tanks to bits,
With lips of grey,
Urging peace,
Though staunch release,
Plagues its dreams,
Still out of reach,
Today...

I've never been so careless as to say,
What I'm really thinking,
I've never been the one to kneel and pray,
When the ship is sinking

Doped up on a vision of a castle sitting high,
Leaving me to wonder what it means to be alive,
Releasing and revising a disparity of minds,
So profound it sits in juxtapose to something less divine

Coming down for a moment just to catch up on the latest,
Finding cities rolling bodies to their graves with a wait list,
Consumed by all the pressure like a masochistic sadist,
Struck down by a king who never claimed to be the greatest...

"Fear is defined,
As the body and the mind,
Colluding with the imagery,
And hosting,
False dichotomies"

"A joyful man can dream,
But nothing more than steam,
Shall beckon forth,
From the wake of his dismay"

"In a sense, innocence is but a view,
To conjure crimes and let them stew?
Those who breach upon this writ,
Are sentenced to the wall to sit,
Staring down, those little twits,
Searching rooms for lights unlit,
Verily, I spew!
Innocence is nothing new"

Thank you for your wisdom, Ms. Anthrope,
Instilling minds and knotting rope,
Comeuppance yields such narrow scope,
In dealing with a child's mind,
Teach them truths and learn to cope,
With bitterness and aging thoughts,
For blooming eyes,
The world is nought but hope...

Wondrous to see your face,
Help yourself to our good grace,
Grab a stout,
Or stroll about,
And shove an anthem down your spout,
Consider it an English tout,
Of tidings' nigh and endless chase!

Command the armies from your mind,
Halt their fevers to a grind,
And spray the burroughs far and wide,
With what's green to human eyes,
Blind a ***** with witty stamps,
Bruise a lout with hardened clamps,
To numb the void of armored stance,
You brave a smirk; your saving dance

Closer now, the introspection,
Daunting brows to blue complexion,
Relive a day within a year,
Calm yourself, there's none to fear,
But all the ways you could have neared,
The end

You see the ear, but miss the eye,
Compute the ****** I'd need to fly,
To meet a grave so well-endowed,
As yours, you claim, would make us proud,
To glean the odd and shake the bones,
Of "Satan's spawn or Casey Jones"

Yet now it seems you'd sake a jewel,
To venture on to Heaven's rule,
If not for you to die the hero,
Then for I to die the fool...

Demonstrate your aptitude
In counterfeiting crimes of passion
Lest we waver to the winds
Of mending trouble when in fashion
Little movements
Rising action
Burst the bubble
Sharp reaction
Tends to tilt the clever scales
Towards dull accord or thinning ration

Best we bide the time and hide
Slow lament, magenta tide

Dance a spell
Your mind’s at ease
Skippers faring distant seas
Appearing softly in the breeze
Clouds all whipped and whirled together
Quickly scripting subtle pleas
Damaged strings all strum in threes
Defeat
Defend
Repeat the senseless killing spree

Best we bide the time and hide
Slow lament, magenta tide

Testament in vestments
Checkered patterns flow and flee
The body to its heart of hearts
The home of disconnected dreams
Rip the buttons from the seams
Fronds of dripping tendrils scream
Within the mountain’s pitch
Beyond a pond of wild magic teems
Whispering in reverence
Rolling in reproach’s steam
Fill yourself in patchwork fables
Piece together narratives
Now represent the winning team

Best we bide the time and hide
Slow lament, magenta cried

Pondering over and over
Until I can't sit still
I think I've had my fill

Mysteries overhead
While all its edges spill
Within a songbirds trill

Echoing far beyond
Across the verdant hills
Bending neatly as it builds

Eyes peeking far afield
Just to savor thrills
From such distant kills

Verbs condensed along a line,
Find punishment and joyous cries,
Escape the dialogue and shy,
Away from answers or replies

Digits form the web we see,
Commence to force the fragile code,
And sign away your only key

The habit forms and sticks like glue,
To brothers, sisters, friends and you,
Before you go away so soon,
Kiss the glow of neon blue

Pace the steady breathing sigh,
To open grids of numbers high,
On lists of people known to lie,
Or let the gentleness be held,
To standards seen beyond the sky

Call them later,
Call them please,
Set their little minds at ease,
Then come to your creator,
We've seen the ways you shape the world,
We need you, operator

The bull has come to terms with death,
So He sings a solemn cry,
His body slips beneath the waves,
So long and goodbye

The crane has urged again His needs,
Among them dreams to fly,
Never will His wings reach,
So long and goodbye

The frog is deep in meditation,
Feeding off the world's frustration,
He finds himself a wicked lie,
And belts it out to all Creation

They beg the sage,
"Oh, sage, give breath!"
He utters soft yet fast they run,
A simple phrase,
With simple fun,
"Seek a man of sound decision?
Find him first with perfect vision..."

Sacred souls divided by a kingdom left in heaven's wake,
Too easily confused by all these rules that seem to bend and break,
Shifting eagerly towards destitution, foraging what's left to take
Leave it all behind or fight for everything that's left at stake

I must forget to love you and toss aside the thought,
Of pressures lining up and brimming timbres leaving me so taut,
You can't be a giant if all the dwarves are standing tall,
Upon the shoulders, figureless, of despots waiting for your fall...

Render moot your subtleties,
Transfixed on mental cutlery,
Bleeding down,
You crack a frown,
And settle on a memory

Falsehoods ebb the transitory,
Nature of morality,
"To punish deeds adjourned,
You craft commensurate realities"

Merely posing ponderings,
Can not solve your quandaries,
But knowing men,
We owe it then,
To limited capacity,
For cognitive disparity,
Between truth and sincerity

The plots on this chart,
Connect,
To the rhythms and the schisms,
In our hearts,
And dissect,
Variants in apathy,
For forming similarities,
In the molding of these spurnful patterns,
Befitting of your pedigree

My child of obsession,
The regression of progression,
Is an illusion of repression,
In distributing a just oppression,
Savor words, favor herds,
And foster your aggression,
As other ruminations,
Flood your mental acquisition,
Of cultural anatomy...

Flick the brush,
From here to there,
Pointing species,
Dull and rare,
To hideaways and rivers' gush,
Gentle, true,
But what a rush!

Power trips the finger's pace,
Across the ever-looming face,
Of cosmic panoramas new,
Or oceans deep and verdant blue,
"To think I've found my niche",
I call amongst the stars, so very few

Strike the hammer to the world,
Imagination comes unfurled,
In pulsing rhythms, they now hurl,
At me the bulk of Heaven's churl,
"You've wasted seven days",
They chant,
"Though now it's time to paint a swirl!"

With blue, green and white, I ******
Towards a dream with little lust,
But quickly my mistake is found,
And lost throughout the artful sound,
Of clashing blades and bitter crowns

I fake a breath to earn the death,
I've sealed within this crass display,
Pressing precious feet to flames and leading men to disarray,
I fooled my hands to guide the way,
But now I simply kneel and pray,
To sculpt this world for one more day...

A slightly off center rearranging of the walls
Nick your hourglass just a little and it falls
Some complicated stranger says we're gonna have a ball,
But the clock is unmoving and we're waiting for the phone call

Sip another drip of tonic spiked to oblivion,
Counting little numbers in your head to one million,
Think of all the promises you've made, one billion,
How many of them have you really kept?
Not a single one

Take the last dose and get high on enigma,
Feel the rushed glances of disdain and stigma,
Roughly beating at the bone,
Calculate and then condone,
Simulating frequent tones,
Pulsing quick like metronome,
Now signing off in monotone,
Sigma

This society knows your name,
Bits and syllables, all the same
The sound is coarse but sweet, of course
So convince us of your fame

Bang the silver rivet fair,
Spike the spigot through the air
Catch a dream and set the theme,
To ****** their rosy, rolling glare

You can be a memory,
Advance to take the cavalry,
For turnabouts and troubled doubts,
This rest cannot be shaken,
By a burning moment's fantasy

Feeble minds,
Think feeble things,
Feeble brides,
Wear feeble rings,
When sleeping next to Wexford wakes you,
What will your devotion bring?

We must prove,
Innocence beyond subsistence,
Amass the cultish mantle,
And forge beyond resistance

All of your ambitions,
Languish here in black and white,
Mental scars on fleeting stars,
To rest upon the night

Sepia tones,
Dispel the anthemic,
Bitter shades,
Scatter the lyrics bare

Notes wrap around the bend,
Rapping with might,
As they mend,
Faith contends with sin,
And rends its neck,
Until the steeple sends,
For mercy

Driving fast down Emma Lane,
With absent pause and ill refrain,
Your fingers numb and pull away,
Into the crowded streets you stray,
Before the moment strikes you down,
The blood now spills upon the ground

Spits and sputters,
Under breath, as he mutters,
"Something near the window shutters
let's me speak with all the others",
Another ghost would have a word,
Before his mind begins to flutter

Angel scraping flaking skin,
The peeling walls are closing in,
Take a dose of spinning sin,
Feel your bounty swell within

Approaching now its final plunge,
Absorbing all the excess grunge,
The merriment of vice expunged,
To hell on Earth, a final lunge,
Then calm...

For some it may seem rather brash,
To weave the tale of Edmond Thrashe,
Sans his whippings from the lash,
Or lacking proper pomp and dash

But knowing this,
It seems amiss,
To punish crimes,
With stale remiss,
Of facts all gleaned,
From prior bliss,
For timely fates,
Or demon's kiss

Whispering, they calmly nod,
But digits on the hand of God,
Clutching firmly,
Wield the ****,
Of bodies stacked,
And heaped with laud

Weave the strings,
From gilded threats,
Of unpaid dues,
Or ancient debts,
"Steal the night and place your bets,
On Thrashe's bloodied pirouettes,
Of shame!"

Stepping firmly from the plains,
He waltzes stiff as Old Lorraine,
In blackened boots with clamps which strain,
His sickly, dirt-encrusted frame

Bouts of anger curse his throat,
While he staggers towards the boat,
With withered boards, and broken oars,
"****** by visions",
They all wrote

Unfurl the sails,
And set for Wales,
'Tis there he'll "thrash" among the gales!
Of tacit seas,
And growing dread,
While wishing bullets,
To his head,
Which never'll rear,
Their crooked lead,
'Round here...

"The tenacity of man,
Is often diluted by his apathy"

Remove the casket from the shed,
What better day for newly-weds,
Than kissing ashes, free of life,
Or tempting coin for future strife?

Softly shouting flagrant bribes,
To twist the arms of simple brides,
While dancing in a shadowed veil,
Her pennies trudge through muddied trails,
And miles deep, the ocean rails,
Against this failing tide

A hurried lilt,
Controls his voice,
As urchins weep for swift rejoice,
A calming dread removes their choice,
To plead for cases lost to ages,
Toppled by a mound of pages,
Marked by years of silent threats,
Rending truth for standard wages

Struggling to find the innocence in death,
He defies to cut his veins with ****,
While choking on a corporate scheme,
And gambling our hopes and dreams,
Like bars of gold turned smithereens,
Defending lies to break the ties,
Which sow him to this mortal seam,
For good...

You're a killer,
You're a fake,
You're a burden,
You're my mistake

Weaving lifetimes through the frame,
Slinging numbers, tossing names,
Your shallow heart is not to blame,
But sorrow will convert your shame

Waves of flesh conform before,
The tyrant ship, now come ashore,
Cannons sprawl a liquid spore,
To castigate the nameless *****

Seeking shelter from within,
Broth of brain and shoals of skin,
Free the body from its form,
A multitude of shadows born,
To kiss your grief or blunt your scorn

And once again you crooned in your unknown speak, with a:

"Hum-diddy,
Hum-adda,
Pum-padarray!"

Knowing what words to say,
But then you walked away...

With every toil of the bell,

Add a layer to the shell,

Complex, yet thoughtfully dispelled,

By wonderment and tales to tell!


A writer, strong, will know her craft,

A mathematician pens her graph,

But smiles glow and speak beyond,

The many ways you make me laugh


You show me now that love is pink,

Slowly letting shackles sink,

You reach beyond the world to think,

With heart and mind in equal sums,

Impart to all the missing link


Behind these walls of mental health,

You feel aghast at all to view,

That beauty surely rests with you,

So never let this dusty shelf,

Convince to you a lack of wealth,

Give to all upon the Earth a gift today,

Reveal yourself...

Closing rifts in hatred can **** a monarchy,
But morale grows to **** it anyhow, you see...

A year can pass like light through glass,
But still you’ll never see...

Fighting scrapes,
Ignoring scars,
Can only make debris,
Of what will never be…

Listen close,
To how they speak,
Of listless killing sprees,
Or whisper to the trees and croon,
Their sacrilegious plea…

Still you haunt these rigid spores,
Of flowered enemies,
But dawn’s wreath may only cometh,
When your heart concedes,
To crooked tales and bloodied gales,
Of life amongst the free…

O, Dear Soletta, have I failed you,
The King is dead,
Now, let us **** the Queen...

Hello again,
How are you, friend?
Now, take this knife,
And end my life,
Jam it in my throat,
Twist it just a tiny touch,
To lift away my final note,
Sail beyond on boats you borrow,
Waste the seas with wailing shrieks,
And do it all again tomorrow!

Dead trees and butterflies,
You have the heart to look me in the eyes,
Calling out for warmth from a melody of cries,
But there's nothing on the outside

Let me know when you hear a sound,
Crashing through the woods,
Nowhere to be found,
You'll know it when you feel it,
Time to come around,
Tell me who's the one with the ******* crown?

Stake your petty rhythms 'till their memories,
Throw your simple temper to the simple breeze,
Dance and prance away to put your mind at ease,
Cause I'll make sure that your enemies,
Are nothing save a moth or a pile of dead leaves

You'll let your guard down, still full of pride,
Then the men come knocking with nowhere to hide,
Tell your children, tell your friends,
That's it's alright,
That's when I'll know that there's nothing on the inside...

Revel in the mists,
Of misdirection,
Deploy the sails,
For course correction

The faithful frill,
They pray alone,
And predicate,
On slabs of stone

Evidence eludes the bleak,
Sacrificial streams and creeks,
Bold-faced lies,
Collude with cries,
To clash with might in endless streaks,
Atop the waning Firmament

The Heavens lash,
In fleeting gestures,
Gods and men,
With equal measure,
Shameless acts,
Of mortal pleasure,
**** the waxing wombs,
To pressures

Worldly claims,
Abate the flames,
Of kinship,
Clans,
And ****** dames,

Bridge the gaps,
Do not embrace,
Write Man his dues,
And fall from Grace,
With pride...