grey misty haze
why pray for better days?
silver hues
lick moist air
in the beautiful world we share
puddles painted on the floor
revealing your unfocused stare
grey misty haze
tickling noses blue
should be enough
for you

the rain left us with feelings of peace
senses purified with waters from above
mists that traveled through the abyss
openings in the emptiness served by worldly strategies
principles that live in natures character
and then - the openings purpose was complete
leaving us with misty drizzle
evaporating back into the emptiness of abyss
we wait for when the return occurs....

Brian Hill - 2020 # 101

Darkness divine,
walk beside me.
Can we revive
what we don't see?

Through misty eyes,
we see the lies
that they disguise.
Such fallacy!

Obsessed with the shade of the night,
Blinded by the fear of the light.
Can anyone tell me oh why?
Why do we pretend to not see?

Everything's an illusion in the broad daylight.
Confusion created by the distorted lies.
Haunting us every day and every night.
Truth is an ideological sacrifice.








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