He bluntly crucified my friend
I’ve known liars, I‘ve known thieves
I’ve seen crooked lawyers in action
I was shocked by the jurors reaction
I have study the body languages of the fibbers
Read between the lines of the tell-tales
But to concocted a preposterous but believable story
Just to feed it to the judge: That is so cold, yet so bold
I always believe in the old saying,
Only fools represent themselves in the courts of law
My heart bleeds for my dearest friend
His soul have grown weaker than elastic knicker
Akiane Kramarik said
"No matter what happens around us, or to us, through love,
our soul reaches immortality, conquering all dimensions and all destinies
He had bathed in the forbidden sea, where the mermaid had warn him
Not to entered:, Where the daughters of Lucifer lured kindhearted men from good homes
He builds their house near the sand, and it slowly sank
He looks out to the Atlantic Ocean,
for guidance and saw the raging waves
Then he remembers nights of unsettling dream:
He have known liars, he have known pain,
Somehow, it was hard for him to stay afloat in
the murky water I’ve known liars
I have listened to both sides:
but earlier this week the judge was so quick to chooses sides
Is this the end for my friend?
When a poem tells a story. some might say that it's a prose
some might say it a journal entry, some might have to read between the lines with ease.