Two truths.


A perfect person cannot picture a perfect truth.
Perfect people want other perfect people,
To be a perfect picture of porcelain too.


I see a painting by many a Mane’s.
A copy of a copy of a copy of a man.
Upon this crystal-stair-lead-palace,
There lies a liar in his lies;
Living his ultra-ordinary life.
We all live under a glorious crown…sometimes.


If a fugitive of love is on the run
And scared of their web of lies ever coming undone,
Then what are you to ever become,
If you have never been thunder-struck?


A piece of ash slid across the glass;
No DNA left to draw a map.
A shadow of the former man that I was;
Upon this cross, I live through loss.
The end of all that which came before.
I only know what love is for.


I crawl into this world of make believe;
Believe this life I lead is moving me into the gulf of a frozen desert.
God bless kindness.
Thank you?…never said it.
Ignored for not being more; please be blessed.
Remember all I have taught you before I forget.
Have a nice day; No way?  Ok.
In the end we are all the same.
I am not your mess!


Just give up this ghost, my horse ain’t for beating;
My demons keep screaming at me from deep in the shadows.
Let it go!
Let go.
I need to go…
Back down deep into the shallow.


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