To whom it may concern,
Which is always you.
Worry about winning something else,
Because you got no clue!
My mystic rhymes
Bars catching like the flu
Wind blowing
Who ever knew?
Black plague was the rats
"Bite me"? Thats how the disease grew.
And now back to topic
Glory, you can never stop this
My heart, my schemes, my lines
I'm sure after this is over
A few tissues will do you fine

my
heart      
        is
a
scattered  
                 puzzle
     game

all              
       the
                   pieces
a
grey                
prison
                 wall

You
take                
              Your
tender    
                        brush
               and
paint
              each
     little
segment                
            bright
colors
I                  
can            
              only
see
after                
You've
                     turned
             them
over

You've
                  fitted
           them
together
with
such

LOVE!

no

ADORATION!

and
when
You're
done

                         fitting

me          

             together

I
see        
       my
heart
is
a

garden

of

YOUR

GLORY!


SøułSurvivør
(C) 8/19/2017

From flame to glory,
torches for the mind.

Relax, relax,
you will be remembered.
No need to commit
thy image to stone.
Breathe, breathe,
let time do the talking.
No need to feel lonely,
you are not alone.
Rest, rest,
take heed of your moments.
Do what you love
and forsake the rest.
Live, live,
like no one is watching.
When your soul is gathered
love will manifest.

The
fame and
wealth one can
receive in this life
helps a person live a
life of luxury. The media
the eyes and ears to the world,
manipulated by the ****** hands
of man. However, no matter what, I
know one thing. You shine bright in the
media light, the shadow grows ever darker.
The crown of the media, no matter the industry,
does not stay on the same head forever...

See all the maidens in pain
Sealed in luxury on the edge of the moon
Fair flowers forced to love their chains
Who feign affections for the Sun King

They're weeping in the shadows
And dream a dream of love
Forever bound and shackled
Only to rise above

To excel, they must all shed blood
Monthly moons and out
Shed a tear for the flowers in the prison

Though beauties spout and bud round them
They smile and sing to the Sun King's chime
Beneath the petals, they covet his rays
How hopeless you are, vagaries of time

Just like the Sun is King, the moon is his queen
In arrogance, he doesn't see the flowers envy
For they needed him to grow and rise above it all
So they tend to their weeds
Knowing if they are caught
They will burn and fall...