Like ants we scurry around and think we truly matter. We build sand castles and believe we can achieve immortality. In truth like children on a seashore we labor in vain. The waves from the ocean of time sweep away what we have built. No matter our perception, our existence in this world is finite. What we leave behind little but memories of our ghost. In the end we complete our short journey, while eons pass the world turns and the cosmos changes, and yet we exist for only a second and wonder that we even matter at the end of it all.

The world cried out for a savior and God gave them one. Then Satan came along and said let's have some fun. So as the savior waited for Gods word, Satan threw a party. For days the celebrating went on as if there was no end. Then the savior came back and all had to repent. The check came due for the misdeeds, but Satan could not be found. He said you guys have become a ****** so I will just sit this one out. On the people went and then their savior faded away, then the law was left but the rules they did not obey. So Satan came again and said let's have some fun. He tempted each person, all of them one by one. Then the bill came due again and Satan could not be found. The people had to pay the check yet again. So people began to wonder what is the devils deal. Is it to temp and torment to break Gods will. No in truth this is not the case, for you see he just want you to have fun. At least until the clock runs out and the bill has come. Then you will be left to pick up check for the devil will not pay his due. Then he will slip off quietly and laugh at you.

The shards of broken dreams lay all around me. The mirror that told me the truth has shattered. The pieces of sharp reality now cut my feet as I walk. Each shiny bit taunts me as the pain rises up from each labored step I take. I would move mountains to go back, but the cruel hands of time keep moving forward. So I must go on living with my mistakes and enduring the pain of walking on the glass that I shattered with my lies.

Shades of Phantoms haunt my days. I see strange things. I look in the mirror and I am not myself. I see a crown and armor yet I feel less than mortal. The world shifts around me as I walk, everything is skewed. The faces of the people that pass me are contorted, I see them for what they really are. There are no pleasantries among them, each one holds a monster inside. I see their Dark Inner secrets that they cover with a facade. Is the world an illusion or am I simply living out my delusions? Who can really say what is real anymore?

The lock pops on the cell block, you can hear the keys as they hit the floor. I am losing hope sitting behind a steel door. The life that the streets brought me, for this wrap it never taught me. My life was hitting on the out side. I was getting money, now all I'm getting is time. Babies in their mama's arms crying, when I had my hustle I was trying to get ahead, now I'm sitting here on half past dead. My life is a neutrality, this can't be my new reality. My family was the only reason I was living the life of the hustle, poverty is what got me in trouble. I just wanted my piece of the American dream, not this nightmare I am living, iron bars are not the real prison. Trapped inside the silence, each day seem like my twilight. In the shadows I cry out and then it hits me that there is no doubt. Drugs were the name of the game, I was just trying to rise above the pain. Children with no hope and nothing to eat, so I picked up a gun and went to the streets. I am sorry that I made my loved ones cry so many tears, but the hustle cost me some years of my life, now my torment is missing my family because of the life. I hope my children and god will forgive me, it was the only way I knew to live you see. Now I am not sure if redemption can be mine, I am inside my own prison doing hard time.

Vanity is an infection that distracts from the truth. Superficial beauty fades like leaves on a tree in Autum. Wealth blinds the eye to justice. Silver and gold turns away true judgment. Those who have can buy judgment, while the poor have no recourse. All things come to an end, kingdoms collapse and empires fall. Death is the one true equality. All face this judgement, an no mortal can escape it. No matter what trappings the world has given us.

Place a rose in your hair, so that crimson can shine against the gold. Say yes to my heart's desire, withhold not that which I want from you . Let your true nature come to fruition as I stand lost in a memory. My eyes have captured a vision, a remembrance and yet it is so real. I hold out my hands to seek your embrace, my fingertips tremble for fear that you are a mere shade of what was. The Rays of the Sun outline your form, a goddess descending from Olympus, an angel that is Walked Out Of Heaven. My heart has lost its rhythm and I am smitten. I feel your breath as your lips touch mine. I can no longer think, I can only exist in the moment. I can only be what you will let me, as my being is overcome with your forbidden Delights.