the monsters fought
the monsters swore
they wounded each other, they self-each wore
a bond was torn
and lies were born
innocence in its prime would be denied
as lies led would be accepted and
believed by every one of its kind

i do not know perfection
i do not know function
but i do know what's fair
i do know what's pure
all that is worthy and sincere
it may not be seen but it will be told
as the lies unfold and the truth is one we hold
forlorn  hope lies in being genuine and honest
so much is wasted as we are heaven-promised
we are told what to like but frowned upon when we comment

who are we to not see clearly?
who are they to say nay to what
we
truly need to
be?

you can appetize your wits and stimulate your senses
you can elevate and on a high dissect the story
dissect the story of its fences and defenses

in a world where we swirl to the curl
of the coil and its whirl
in a world where we twirl and swerve
the virginity and honesty in the eyes of the sunshine girl
we are found dusting the mist of mystery off the pearls of our divinity
without really seeing clearly the truth
and immortality that embodies the life of you and me

but will she grow and pro the cradle afro?
we may just know the buckles of the
teeth of time as it chuckles
then our souls will not be in trouble
and we could curb all that keeps us trapped in this bubble as we get to the pop the rock nobble.