tear me apart, like roughened stained glass, ‘cause I’m not of paper,
instead, I’m of sand from the shores of your heart,
embered from the fluid of your ******* blood.

Cherry Cola sizzling,
At 90, we were driving.
The winds roared in a whisper
As our lips smiled crisper.

I have never thought of loving,
To the point of no returning.
I loved Cherry-Flavored Cola,
Used to, Love Cherry-Flavored Cola.

Like a song, I waited to be heard,

Till' they lent their ears and offered

The gift to listen to a voice

That gave clear insight from all the noise.



Throughout the epochs of hearsay,

Eons of complete mental disarray,

Ages of false images,

And unclear periods of distress.



At last, my voice was hearkened.

The truth has soared and shined,

To illuminate the path for the blind

To enlighten the false that had me bound.