Disturbing lines of wicked ways,
break up among the hills that sway;
Beyond the river's flowing path,
where seas of gloom turn into glass.

The smoothest sky will not erase,
the jagged edges from your face;
and in the hazy moonlit night,
each victim craves the wayward light.

While creeping slowly through the day,
emotions fade from shadows gray;
With wounded sounds from enemies,
who've captured voices from the trees.

Shards of glass cut like a knife,
which humble us in pain and strife;
Will hope deliver us from fear,
when raindrops fall like holy tears ?

If only now we'd discover nature's touch,
the earth's boundless gifts so rare and pure;
Our hearts would sing along in open air,
And our days would seem tranquil and secure.

If only now we'd try to honor heaven's vows,
to share in mankind's woes around the world;
How marvelous to ease the pain of humanity,
attempting to destroy what poverty unfurls.

If only now our neighbors would be friends,
bringing joy and love to those who suffer daily;
The smiles of many strangers soon inspire,
each soul to rise and face each other freely.

If only now we'd think about the children,
who'll take our places in the years ahead;
Our vision would add on another dimension,
to cure each callous word that hate could spread.

Conspiring to expel the varied notions,
which tear us apart without emotion;
This energy that steals away our souls,
leaves mortality to feast upon the whole.

Mysterious flights of fancy take their aim,
deterring wishes to arrive in hopeful gain;
And sensing all emotions which arouse,
by exploring every truth in future's vows.

While cloaked in purple shadows' wrath,
the strong will seek a never-ending path;
Which prevents all doubts of everlasting light,
to invoke clear answers to anxieties of the night.

Distant voices carry on relentless rhymes,
as disappointments mount in forward time;
Each soul will suffer all its lonely wants,
when searching in a field of garish haunts.

If only we could see what lies ahead,
perhaps the days would pass without the dread;
Of life completely wrapped in mystery,
the terms of which are guarded preciously.

From multitudes of silent screams,
to quiet whispers that prevail;
In empty clouds of wisdom's offerings,
forming hollow sounds which always fail.

Crackling fires of warmth bring comfort,
to those abandoned in the cold;
And join the sharpened tongues of anger,
destroying tales from days of old.

The ageless relics that are left behind,
which challenge modern edification;
Soon enter into mass communion,
defying each promised revelation.

While shouts of horror dissipate,
dissolving into scattered mists;
Our minds concoct another way,
to wound and shatter ancient myths.

Staggering through the ancient doors,
of unknown warriors' repent;
Bravely abiding signals ahead,
despite the shroud of deep descent.

Wondering now what's truly at stake,
when crisscross patterns reject;
The straight and narrow walk ahead,
in the shields' protective ascent.

Crowds which curry fearsome thought,
will soon shrivel up and die;
As slings and arrows pierce the night,
of corrupting phantoms' lies.

A ghost lives on beneath the earth,
its wisdom rules the force;
Which cuddles up to man or beast,
in competition for discourse.

Let others call the crisscross game,
the worst its ever known;
But legal eagles crack the code,
reflected in steel and stone.

And everyone should rue the day,
when miracles have succumbed;
To raging wars that still survive,
in a world that's lost and numb.

The wild winds yielded a tragic tale,
and with it a song of sadness;
It seemed to serenade me along,
the pathway to righteousness.

Opening my heart from pain and hurt,
after such a horror touched my heart;
No comfort there to warm me,
or quell the shadows of the dark.

Sinister serenade with drums beating,
twisted the knife deep down inside;
Musical mayhem leaving me empty,
through the many tears I'd cried.

But then the winds somehow calmed,
as wicked thoughts were soon abating;
And November floated far from here,
with its slate-gray images dissipating.

An eerie calm disturbed the air,
yet the day became drenched in Spring;
With a serenade floating from the sky,
a second song to soothe my aching.

I recall the day this sorrow occurred,
with remembrances of what I'd lost;
But best of all I renewed my faith,
in the spirit of sweet music's touch.

Red and sore--my feet ached badly,
I had run many miles on the road to sanity;
But puzzling thoughts intruded--and sanity eluded,
my ruminating mind and inner decency.

The guards had posted signs at the gate,
if anyone tried to run they'd surely be killed;
Was it not the work of the dastardly devil,
to harden hearts and and destroy our fading wills ?

Bleeding now, my feet resting on the cool grass,
reminding me of life's frailty and profound sorrow;
With mindful energy I took to the nearest street,
not fearing any pain or agony of tomorrow.

I ran along--with panting breath--taking time,
to renew the churning urgency within my soul;
It had truly never bothered me before today,
that I was just half-human and not quite whole.

Fragile--yet I held fast--only to discover,
that sanity would be revealed in mystic layers;
Of holiness, hope and clarity not seen before,
during these many wretched and tiring hours.

I wept--then slept--with a warm sense of peace,
when finally far enough away from danger;
It grabbed my hand, this ghost of my selfish past,
and daringly cast its spell, from which I'd wandered.

There'll be no death when sins are unexposed,
with unmasked evil lurking in the cosmic showers;
From the restless tides among the ocean's depths,
there comes the eternal flame and ultimate power.