The polite mask of those who spread division,
When that false face slips off in the darkness,
It reveals the sickness inside their decaying soul,

There is rot and lies, and the virus of hate,
Hard hearts reeking of midnight greed,
They thirst to dance in the raging inferno.

Those who fight mental illness,
They are not awarded medals
for the bravery displayed upon
the daily battlefields of pain,
judgement and loneliness.

Every new darkling dawn is a trial
of their strength and endurance
in a heartless and callous world,
Their invisible badge of honour
is known only to themselves,

One day, far from nightmares,
The sun shall spin for them
a necklace woven without chains,
Freedom shall dance in their hair,
And madness will echo in raindrops.

Forgotten,
Left with only the memories,

Betrayed,
No trust inside a dead soul,

Abandoned,
After all the pulsing passion,

Discarded,
All love and hope in the heart,

Crushed,
The dreaming petals of life.

On the crest of her lips a dream sails,
An ocean of words sweet and secret,
Vast and deep her soul is submerged,

The weight of a thousand eyes upon her,
Society's arrows shoot her soul daily,
Relentless judgement from the vultures,

She hums a song from a long time ago,
She knows the meaning of her breathing,
The petals of her stimulated flower open,

Her ship laden with the treasure of desires,
Sparkling jewels pure as dawn's dewdrops,
She longs for a taste of the hypnotic nectar,

Dark are the days of autumn's lonely pain,
Darker still the numbing days of winter,
In spring she will warm her heart with hope.

I heard a sound, my darling, I heard a sweet sound,
It was a sigh, and it was wet with hope and desire,

Outside the window, my beautiful-eyed darling,
It was outside upon the glistening window glass,

Such a sweet sound, my princess, a velvety sound,
It whispered hypnotic love all over the natural world,

The rain kissed your lush red lips, my darling dove,
Over the breast of silky hills and ripe autumn cherries,

Gently it touched and discovered your fragrant garden,
Dark textured grass in the valley between your thighs,

Oh, my smiling summer rose, see how the rain dances,
Over your delicate curves and hips it cascades and plays,

Wet fingers of love's endless symphony stirs your soul,
The scent of pine and earth lingers in the fertile fresh air,

This sound, my radiant beauty, this is a sound unheard,
It speaks in words that are moist with a cosmic crescendo,

Let us walk, my lilting voiced maiden, let us talk of hope,
All around us the tranquillity of the rain showers over us.

I journeyed through the valley of promiscuous wolves,
They clawed at me with fiery eyes dripping naked lust,

Dead souls howling out their salacious whistling tunes,
They lurk, haunt and hunt upon the congested roads,

"Come here, sweet one, come here, ride in my fast car,
We'll drive to the woods, and there undress and play."

These men wearing the robes of respect and society,
Prowling the streets for degradation and depravity,

I found the courage of the stainless heavenly stars,
No hungry wolf will claim the sacred cloth of my soul,

My tears are not for the valley of the cursed wolves,
I weep for the words heard at the beginning of time.

Let no man make you feel inferior,
Rise up and stand your ground,
You have every right to breathe,
To savour each day's delights,
And to feel free from fear,
Fly, you glistening black raven,
Unfurl your crow feathers,
And fly to heavenly heights,
Search for the heart of freedom.