I see the immoral convictions in front of me
do I dear to believe them to be true to me?
This false fantasy has to be inception of mine
or ‘tis just a state of one’s mind to dine...
Anywho, anyhow.
Why does one condone, what is not true
to whom we are to be the truth
but falsely fantasy is also expected of thee.
For we are fools of the school’s tools
the system is rig of this tools
from the schools to the fools;
because we are merely but a rabbit,
hiding from the snake's taste for bait.
Weak and feeble we are!
‘Tis to be true for the youth
and generations come to pass
for we will stay
the way
‘tis.

In a tiny bubble of clouds
a thought begins to formulate
drawing pictures into dreams
then words forming to art.

Those were the time of light
seeking through those eyes
that once opened while dreaming
during the days of glory.

Now those dreams lay in the night
deep inside and smother in darkness
where the eyes remain closed
and dreams live in regrets.

Forever those eyes remain closed
it was the only entrance for dreams
to come true--nightmares to vanish.
Forever dead inside the heart.

Sweet love takes most time
when you're waiting for the one.
Still it doesn’t come
the way you expect it to
for love has no time to meet.

One day we’ll meet
for the soul has one to match;
that’s when we have met,
then our soul will feel complete
and eternity feels near.

Then endless sunshine
with white clouds covering the land,
slow warm breeze blowing
deep into our hearts of spring,
and white rose growing for love.

Purity of us
feel like an eternity;
for our love has met
and the endless search cease.
No love will feel greater than ours.

When the stars turn fiery red; she will triumph in my dreams,
and the shaded color of gray sky turn into burgundy, which
only true fellowship will surface the sky with white clouds
and sweet serenity passes through your body like massive waves.
Vibrations be lead into your vein, pulsating smoothly and quickly
as it pumps deep to the cores of our soul and heart bearing just.
Thus, that be-ith her only action to maintain tranquility in life
for the cup of the innocents has spilled all over on Earth’s dirt.
She has be harmed and contaminated by human filth and decay
For cleansing the substance of life be unsafe for Nature to nurture
it be [man]kind’s piggish ways. Let us sink to life lowest form.
For the harm has been done and good has turn wrong.
We be the fault to our own existences for Nature’s bidding;
Mother knew us well, but we did not for it be our dark ways
clouding us of idealism for prosperity and fortune for properties.