"What is truth?"
Dust returns to dust,
bodies laid out on cold crying soil,
they say it's women and children,
the stench of stale blood permeates,
as some grieve others revel in their "cause",
programmed to see the other as enemy,
the molested minds mangled in a vicious cycle of self torture,
the fragments of humanity seeping away with every act of evil.
The greatest miracle is a changed heart,
How does one convince the deaf to hear?
History will say there are no winners, just death.

Cautious where my heart's placed,
careful where I show face,
when we reach the final lap,
start to see the true pace.
Tired of being surprised need to be harmless yet wise.

Jew wish to share the good fortunes,
the gossip makes the muzzle tight,
First you hear a lot of bark,
waiting till you bear the bite.
Tired of being surprised need to be harmless yet wise.

Can't always be right or liked,
the pallbearer to one who digs their own grave,
can't liberate one who sees freedom in chains,
Let me disclaim that I'm often the same,
I'll pause the refrain.

Starting to see a pattern feeling like an omnibus,
getting harder to know who to trust,
fool me twice shame on both of us,
I needed real ones to get me out my slum,
better wounds from friends than enemy hisses,
the certainty of a brides than volatile mistresses.
Tired of being surprised need to be harmless yet wise.

Bottom line is teeth are bones,
many playing an act like clones,
standing in glass yet throwing stones,
friends are few but fear is fatal,
thread between child-like and childish,
faith is so neonatal.
Tired of being surprised need to be harmless yet wise.

Learning where to seek applause,
not trying to make enemies without a cause,
best to make amigos but never know who i might offset when i take off,
need discernment to see the cain while I'm still able,
cause even if my blood cries,
I know it's been paid for.
Tired of being surprised need to be harmless yet wise.

"When Christ calls a man he bids him to die."
Though it doesn't sound like the most bonne offer it takes away the fear of the grave,
grace would have a hollow cost if no price was paid,
the hand of ****** would still leave a thirst for retribution,
Dietrich knew the true ruler of the people,
the one who holds the keys,
which is why he confidently said before he was sent to be hung for protecting the young,
"this is the end – for me the beginning of life."

i don't always cope well with life and it's *****,
countless times i slipped and fell,
climbing through the mountains in my mind,
breaking through the chains that bind,
but you were constantly kind.

when i reach the end of my race,
may there be traces of grace,
may you find me with faith,
may you find me with hope,
may you draw near,
make your love ever more clear,
so i may walk the rest of my days free from fear.

She made me believe again,
walking with her by my side,
I felt like I had seen the world in a new light,
It was cold dark and lonely before she arrived,
she made me feel seen warm and accepted,
the greatest work of art is her heart,
her piercing eyes are so gentle,
her wide smile and soft lips,
her tender embrace and glorious face.

Her cheeky humour sharp mind,
Her sincere intention her fast drive,
her caring nature and sisterly friendship,
the rosy romance,
the list is endless.

Truly it's not good for a man to be alone,
now i have a different view of home,
i had a taste of eternity,
the sweetest serenity,
a quantum of solace,
my personal sunshine,
my secret hot spot,
an ebony escape,
a velvet vape.

Maybe i spit at grace,
to let what felt such a blessing go,
one thing's for sure is she left a trace,
an indelible mark on my soul.

My hope for her is that she thrives,
that she knows that she is an embodiment of true beauty,
that she is more than her duties,
that outside of everything she's been through she is worthy of love,
that she can free to just be,
I say this because she made me feel worthy of the kind of love that I've only seen in the divine,
the kind that few see in a lifetime.

It cuts me deep that she wasn't mine to keep but I'm grateful that I had a taste of Eden while I walked with Eve.

Soft, sweet and bright,
to the dark night of my soul,
she brought light,
she showed me love and care,
beyond what I had ever felt,
with that came a deep fear,
so used to the unrequited,
perhaps i was too shortsighted.

Maybe i lacked the faith to believe we could sustain a covenant commitment,
Maybe things moved too fast and we just needed an intermission,
So much laughter and vulnerability,
So much peace and joy,
How could i let that go,
some part of me will always wonder,
if i didn't believe in the power,
How did i let love leave at the 11th hour?

Sitting still in the silent sound of crickets,
Ballers catch me out as they hit the wickets,
Looking back on my life in snippets,
Who can save my bones so rickets?

Idol of my heart is self image,
crooked and corrupted by a hidden shame,
fig leaves in my finances,
failing even on second chances,
cover on cover i hide,
don't get too close it's dark inside,
rather fake the mess,
running from nakedness.

Mama, papa i ain't so innocent,
and i can't buy my penitence,
who can look past our misdeeds?
A righteous king who's blood pleads,
always living as he intercedes,
cold recitals of apostles creeds,
won't free us from sin's disease,
we need a change of heart from stone to flesh,
we need to cease from works and find our rest.

So i look up to that cross,
Carrying my shame, my pride, my fears, my lies.
The holy lamb of God crucfied,
And count it all as loss.

Highly reactive when I'm out my element,
thought it was no K to be an alpha but that was a lemon,
trying to be a male but don't wanna send the wrong message,
done a lot of time healing but I'm afraid to end my sentence,
reading all these letters from a dead man about a living king.

Thought i had it made,
depleted all my energy feeling jade,
figuring out my act cause the world is like a stage,
got keys in my hand but i stay in this cage,
found out it was grief underneath all the rage,
been stuck in this chapter but it's time to turn the page.