Thickened stars,
to moonless nights...

To the creator,
that we sometimes fight....

Like black and white,
to love and freight....

With feelings of love...
To feelings of hate....

To the wars in this world,
to death and faith...

Is there a god,
or is he a fake....

Does satin exist,
or is it only a myth...

With time and matter,
to the clock on the wall....

When is time right,
or does it exist at all...

Like feelings and emotions,
to the loss of control...

Is love the option,
to the heart and soul....

Temptation....
Sensation....
Manipulation....
Frustration...
Rese­rvation...
Preparation...
Devastation....
Eratacation....
Populat­ion....

A tree has fallen,
in this world of bliss....

The black cat crawling,
among life's tricks...

A poisoned mind,
from what the media spits....

Two jet airliners,
crash brick by brick...

Jets then fly,
and people will die....

Like the burnt at the steak
Witches burnt offering breaks

Proactive earthquake
Tremors trembling late

Cleopatra's Alexander the great
Cut the road and then brakes

Dead cold hearted ache
Sleep with one eye open awake

Apocalypse last days great
Ultimately intimidating fate

I watch the story unfolds at 8:88
AM OR PM with a crate

Meanwhile I'll wait
Like mobster I'm MADE

U seen happy face
Voodoo Mardi Gras mask grace

As the drama thickens,
people like to listen..

A plot has been drawn,
which each assume their own...

A storeies has been told,
that will soon grow old.....

People love the drama,
and love to see hurt....

They should worry about,
their own lives....

Because jeliousy and envy,
is their only reason for hurt.

If your heart was an open book,
how would it read...

Would it talk about,
the times you were deceived...

Or

Would it talk about,
the times of loved you received...

Would it be about,
pain and hurt....

Or

Would it be about,
love of life for what it's worth...

This book of the heart.....

Is it filled with,
tears of fear....

Or

Love and joy...

This book of the heart....

Is it stained with blood,

Or

Covered in gold...

One thing true,
about this book of the heart....

You are the narrator,
of your book of the heart....

Sitting in a moon lit night,
were the stars are so bright....

Tucked away from the city lights,
give a whole other meaning....

Gives a wonderful array,
of stars in the night....

If you've never laid on your back,
and watched darkness so busy....

Thing so unbelievable,
you feel it's a dream....

You see signs of life.....
Satalites in the sky....
UFO's were nothing grows old.....

The Milky Way...
Orion's belt

Dreamers and believers...
The young and the old...

Will always look to the sky's,
for signs of life....

Crimson sky's,
and moonless night...

Dreary days,
leave me in a daze...

Thoughtless moments,
I can never find....

Grander illusions,
fill my mind...

Like a penny on the floor,
most pick it up....

Wishing for something,
when they find it heads up.....

Yet a strager being hurt,
most will walk by....

Life and meaning,
what does it mean....

Like a turning river,
it has its reason...

Sometimes things,
are not meant to be changed..

But if thought out correctly,
change is healthy...