I'm tilted and insist that you know I am grateful now here we
are-
an alliance. Let's see ourselves onwards, be borne by our
fondness-in accord, be our love for the colloquy.

Spry, exuberant. We are free spirits draining oceans of ink, bathing in rivers of lies to find the truth while saturated by pride.
We are propelled to propinquity, as we seek for a better prospect while drowning in propensity.

Our hearts bleed onto the paper,
wanting more love of passion
to spill out endlessly,
so others can relate
to share this burning fire
Deep within our souls.
we seek endlessly for acceptance and relatability,
with someone who we can feel
safe to share these wonderful feelings,
feelings of want from our vulnerable hearts.

In sharing our vulnerable hearts,
I becomes We
the divine flame burns brightly, guiding lonely souls
to meet heart to heart on this happy road of destiny
a stream of gratitude flows from our bloods, and we discover that we write to connect
to the divine source that empties us and fills us.

Uncertain moves.
Letting instinct choose,
being blind to certain horrors,
that which taint one's prideful honor.

Sister of blades, release my soul
free me of pain, a hundredfold...
take me away, from heart's cold.

Geisha of spades, take my hope,
so I might once again cope,
with the people I have lost,
and left behind..

Mistress of aid, light my mind.
Direction is what I ask,
to cease being blind,
and see past her deceitful mask.

Goddesses of truth, in you I trust.
Do what you must.
The future, I know, will be just.

Quick quiet whispers of clarity
give into my dazing sound
of inner turmoil and obscurity
from a love I never found.

Choirs of thunder intensify
the place a dark heart dwells.
Claps of lightning identify
a terrifying beauty that compels.

A useless emotion remains,
the kind that feels like chains,
and although I grew up with it..
I am not defined by it..
but I wonder if I should..

Clever synapses electrify
an idea I never entertained
experience stands to justify
a hope unjustly gained.

The sound of lucidity bells.
The promise of a better age.
A bright dawn that sadness quells.
The beggining of a brand new page.

And in the rage of love,
my soul tore apart.

And in the desire of love,
I have lost my heart..

And in the hope of love,
I found insanity's art..

And in the edge of love,
I see our chosen place.

Where we are together but alone.

At the edge of tomorrow,
we can see the end of an empire.
Past the line of the gunfire..
all that's left is deep sorrow.

All creation ends in destruction.
Becoming dust after the hellfire,
after avarice's greedy seduction.
Burned in a cruel selfish desire,
following a small mind's instruction.

In the death of a lifetime,
the system begins to unfold.
Shifting humanity's lifeline,
war begins to be retold.

Kingdoms rise and fall.
No beginning without an end.
Death triumphs over all.
Victor's history penned.

A crumbling nation of one.
We cant escape power's misfire.
Through society's expecting gun,
it's the end of our empire.