he searches for a reason
preaching god day after day
one day he meets a person
who took him away
they both talk about meaning
to what the creator laid
the xylographer of the puzzle
looks at thr zestful people play
with creation he shortens their hustle
to adorn the semblance of the solution they lay …

I’ve been looking for good in evil
a heart with an uncertain will
often do i talk with the landscape
on how to confront my inner devil
I’ve been looking for good in evil
finding an end to question of dreams
as a cure for aeonian screams
afraid of being in peril
I’ve been looking for good in evil
escaping from my trenches
how long have been servile
to all of my dark senses

At times when there’s silence
and the abyss gazes into you again and again
spreading chaos in coherence
do you still then look for the rain
At times when there’s silence
and you need a text
that can lighten the weight of offence
from whom heart still expects
At times when there’s silence
have you looked for the voice
one that’s wisdom as guidance
to clear abhorrence and noise
At times when there’s silence
and you cry tears of intolerance
do you still think word of god makes sense

i've filled my journal from the end
for incomplete thoughts are crippled
or connoted to make amends
I’ve filled my journal from the end
as an allusion to incoherence
this was a rebellious upend
to attain self-reverence

on the mist of dawn
he came out to play a melody
the holy rhyme of his lawn
treasured as a remedy
on the mist of dawn
they gathered on the field
for them soccer was a monotone
one with which their soul healed
on the mist of dawn
she welcomed the birds with fodder
its her way to mourn
the harsh reality of divine's order …

silently I grabbed their hand
whispering to stay for a while
my words were infantile
but you lacked the will to reprimand