There is a brightened light within us all

In radiant sight through its weary decor
A pivotal call to look ahead
The more you sow the less you shed
An armchair memorial onto its beckoning call

In the great distance through its coral light

A brightened spot where a light house piers bright
Through foolish dreams that may shake in flight
An anchor now holds to forget the night
Outside in caged fury as a lantern inside

In fallen leaves asunder which then run away & hide

Just as we know that the sun may rise
Without fail every dawn
We can essentially fully trust in God
In moments of blackened darkness

Yet the light house still stands as a lasting reminder

To always think positive amidst adversity
Through uncertain times leading to caged fury
When the whole entire world seems to be a bit crazy
Quite in a bit in a hurry

The light house still continues to stand

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In Ardent Meadows

Fallen dew on the ground in ellaborate form
To subside in timeless appease a call
To delve in the ambiance of its elaborate form
Silence has a clear motive as a delicate appreciation to form;

Silence has a very conclave yet clear motive
As an appreciation to its form
In Ardent Meadows
Some may lay helpless as in a caged fury

Others ponder its forbidden resolution as in some societal social outcast...

Yet service has been negated in its twisted formation
Gone our all the days to frolic in a haze
Being stuck in a hole as a mouse is in its maze
We chase after things as in sifted wheat in the wind

Strong holds approach in its visible light

We have given into evil compromise ungrateful taste
In swollen features in a covered face
Our logic in its tainted form
To appease the solution from its plausible norm

Some may even curse the day they were actually born
To summon a sweltering demise as in a viable solution
A viable taunt within mediocre resolution
In vegetation will reach its nost curious solution

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Romancing The Stone

Wandering as in a nomadic tribe blnded eyes

Within its swollen asps in taunt to fear
To carry on in its plausible tear
In reluctant demise one word to its wise
With chosen asps we have such a strong hold of shame

Yet who our we to blame

An army of desolate yet angry men
A given chance at which to humbly depend
Within sweltering heat the blood shed in our street
These are violent times

We then evoke tempers with fire to soothe our desire

Still the story unfolds as the pages are turned
For one heart will soar while the other is soon to burn
In passion or intellect as in its caged fury to fire
A warm desire in logic nor that in heavy fear

For I had shed a single tear to numb it's inner pain

Just not having her in my arms was driving me insane
Romancing the stone never leave a poor heart alone
Every night & every day are troubles are slipping away;

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Today I Can See

Today I can see beyond the hidden pain in a dream

In virtual sadness leaving man totally insane
Today I can see a very narrow way
Reflective in a given sense to wallow in a dream
With reflective solemn moments in silent stream

Gone our all the days we used to social frolic in a haze

Today I can see a given sense of pride inside
Yet to negate in its initial humility
A barrage of faint whispers amidst timeless chatter
Today I can see a new monastic way of existence matter

Today I can fully understand the approach that a novice will take;

Some may even stand in horror instead of filled cheer
Today I can visibly see a vision that will accept equality
Many our in the game yet where are the even playing,
Today I can see nobody questions anymore

There is no mutual freedom as it once was before

Others negate biblical truth for what is based in a lie
Today I can see a promise rather the turning of the tide
Where as others simply equate logical persuasion
By which to humbly run away & hide;

Today I can visibly see a totally different story
Some have emmersed in fatal toxic caged fury
Others contemplate the jest or that of some hung jury.