Let it be so clear,
My dearest friend.
We're of different,
Worlds and ends.

I am aligned,
To find my light.
As you get yours,
With a golden coin.

But still we saw,
Each other as,
Equal as possible,
With you more than I.

So goodnight my brother,
Goodnight my friend.
Goodnight forever,
As we have different ends.

One a prince's,
The other a popper's.
But I love you still,
Like Moses and Gautam

His buttons were jumbled,
She soon realized.
She kept pressing rewind,
Yet he kept playing on.
She fumbled with the batteries,
Desperately trying to make it work,
To make him work.
She needed him to be the man she fell in love with.

New age,
Old game,
Played for fame,
That's just a rage.

The million posts,
And tweets that roar,
Of hate and hope,
Juxtapose.

Money talks,
And ideas fall,
As the dreamers sell,
Soul for gold.

The future bright,
For the old with might,
As they dine,
On the young that shine.

Your saviour's you,
And you alone,
Catch those wisps,
That light up the road.

So loose that hate,
And those treacherous ways,
Forget that gold,
And the logic it holds.

Walk off that road,
Filled with *******.
And pave your own,
That takes you home.

Pretty pots,
Perfectly poised,
Pose pretentiously.
Planning plots,
Previously pulled,
Paradoxically.

Pretty pots,
Put pepper plants,
Purposefully.
Planting pain,
Punishing plan,
Premeditatedly.

Pretty pots,
People's pox,
Planetary perceived.
Plotting plots,
Pretty pots,
Perniciously.

Your demons hide,
Within your sight.
You breath to fight,
And fight to survive.

But Survival lurks,
Within the lurch,
Of a tattered Church.

Where restless souls,
Pray for hope,
To one day reach,
A defeatist goal.

A senseless race,
To beat the pace,
In a desperate game.

To be the first,
At god knows what,
Like mice to cheese,
Without a thought.

You run and run,
In an endless race,
Yet you seem forever,
In a circular maze.

This  life, this work,
Is a deep, dark abyss,
Filled with sorrow and dismay.
But if you're lucky,
Even just a bit,
You'll find a shining ray.

A love, the light,
In darkness will make bright,
And carry you across the shore.
Like Charon ferrying your soul.

So hold her tight,
In the darkest of night,
Pray she'll stay,
And free you from this haze.

With every page turn,
He lay more sure,
That she was indeed,
His favourite parable.

The more he mused,
At her great bind.
The closer he found,
Himself by love's side.

But he did haste,
And seal his fate.
With a book without words,
Like a blind man's tale.

A pretty book,
Judged by its cover.
Left no content,
For him to discover.

Hear that heart,
The dark heart.
The one that beats,
To its own tunes.

Feel that soul,
The cold soul,
The one that hides,
Behind shadows.

Smell that fear,
That rancid fear,
The one that claws,
And never gives.

See that reflection,
The unknown reflection,
The one you refuse to,
acknowledge.