The last letter of blatant words condemns one’s thoughts
Yet, truth and lies hurt in our freedom of religion

Unbelievers speak and fight their own slanderous path
Yet, modern romanticism thrives in bitter sweet times

Writers critique riddled lyrics and light of knowledge
Yet, question wordless replies that have doubt to smile

Lame philosophy torments innocence minds like grains of sands
Yet, eternity calls outcry in the sword of defence

Unbendingly cliché, the stern morality of betrayal
Yet, our hearts voice goodwill without idleness

What do you have in the ability to survive in the external world
Yet, the division between persona and new blood Christianity exist

Mixing fact with fiction how fluid is identity with unreliable narrators
Yet, they are purged with pride though still live in darkness of the past

But, no man or woman has written their epitaph
Yet, the anonymous voice has the final say of words

Immortal words lingers in my
Elasticated thoughts,
Yet, suppressed by growing old
With Fearless pain that time cannot
Ease alone.
When I cried, it chased unpleasant
Dreams of sanity,
Just too much time cannot erase
Old wounds,
The pain is too real like childhood
Fears
Now, I’m bound by the cruelty held
Within
But, you still have all of me
I’ve tried so hard to tell myself
That time will heal once again
Yet, my life has slipped through thy
Hands
As I fight away the tears once again

Wide eyed I searched for words
Etched on sand stone walls
Old memories sound in the
Subconscious mind and
Arch my whitewashed thoughts
That excite mysteries beyond dusk

Underneath our blue skies that form
Pictured clouds that tale stories of
Old and shatter the trust of illusion
While viewing the light naked fibres
Whose beauty steams the lost waves
In a shifting wind

Within thy sad thoughts that soar
And rise like the morning tide
And crumbles into fine sand
But evil reigns in the struggled mind
All power proceeds in a locked perception
Unexpressed by our narrowed past