It looked like muddy grounds where small dusty roses growed wild on the gable end of a wooden barn. As a spinster spinned her wheel of wool the size of a yarn. Where intermediate surfaces laid doorment as she hid away from hideous minds. While she lowered her guard in the back of a interview room in Scotland yard. The smell of tea and wee displaced the air they breathed holding all colour, creed and race without shame and with disgrace. There the prisoner waits knowing no policeman's your mate. Elbows in windows as belts and pistons drives there jam jars. Searching for another criminal to put safely behind bars as a prison guard looks up at the stars. Knowing this is ornate world as they lie on a gauntness sofa with blistering leather that craved a different stage trying to trick the judge. That they all have a different mental age while trying not to hold a grudge as they calm there own rage. This daunting life where they wear stripes fighting against right and wrong living under a deceitful con. While blades melts into brush displacing there medieval amour with surnames and number on signs knowing extra days squashing there fines. To get to the truth you will hear so many lies.

On a sunset skimmed a field of stone next to a glass house that stood behind a placid light. Beyond a anchoring hill glittered drizzle on falling rain. That fell on to a sunflower seed which broke through a single ****. What transpires full of vibrant fire flies that lite up the skies. Just as god opened up the heavens for another soul that died. As he looked down on the earth watching there families cry. This diminuendo of man haunts parts of our undiminished life we live. It still doesn't stop the badness eating away at our broken hearts. While it manifests in our pain and sorrow it spelled out promises of a stole smile. Sauntered in time and space saw a dark pretty face that sort out liberation living under a racist nation. We all have to gravel the situation that all things are possible if these evil problems are visible.

When disappointment braves the harshness of life like hearded shades she was too mute to have her say. Across glass cut hearses laid a dead scent before he was ash sang sweet hymns verses. As cold mountains weathered the storms a artic fox sat between the thorns. While he sat on a bassalt throne his body turned to bone. Just as winter turned clay to ice leaving the temptations of new heights. Wondering through the frost like a poor man lost with out love that was his cost. As a darken room took hold of his mind in solitary confindment held all his lies. While moonlight felt upon his gaze a medicant malevence drew back a holy stream made from god's tears. As he feared man's heartache and pain. Beyond the range of his thought trailed grass dipped willows as a sad woman cried on her pillows. Just as lucency thrives across a deadly silence knowing this madness crippled his mind. With in the far reaches of sunshine stood the pillars of a radiant lust. In our lord we should all trust knowing one day we will all turn to dust.

The stillness of stone deserted in the cold in a innocent harshness of a winters storm. As forgone conclusions held illusions of powerful men with guides to mysteries. That shows there hearts are full of sins in a epic battle they can never win. While love unhindered his disappointment with wind bourn gleam stolen by his naked dreams. Stepping out the light to cool as it Lied in the dark. Away from crossed logs that burned in the fires of mortal man. While tear drops of pain that never stained couldn't comfort him in the rain As he stood next to his dead fathers name. Knowing living without him will never be the same. Just as jailbirds slept in daylight musk while forbidden lust has too many hidden trusts. When the coldness of iron turns to rust as there emotions lingered in the dust. To know your living on the threshold of life in renewed words is there journey of a forgotten world. Then balance rode a horse made of bone waiting on air spanned wings fearing the new king.

With burnish gleam packed a mourish stream unseen from meaningful hoard in sunlight stood heavens gate. Setting a portent reality in ancient text formed sandstone slabs consigned to show the world from right and wrong. As the air with drew from the seas and the sands it held the holy order in such conquests. From ghosts of the past in opulent presence with only human beings wanting the full attention of god. When the devil spawed the badness in man he couldn't escape the fires of hell even with his wings of sin. In silent forder if not for the good book mankind would of forgot the arc angel Lucifer left in his hateful tomb. As remembrance clings to love the mind wondered with pictures of memories that poured out our hearts. Classified in dormant struggles marked by a cororant bird in the time of our lord. Believing the truth even in the priesthood would still comprehend the gullible believing the living lie

With a witless liability you could see the panic in his eyes as he grappled down the rope of fear. While he climbed sumptuously over the wall into dangerous waters. He felt the weight of his solidering  family on his shoulders. As he scaled the tower into new heights promontory. Looking over at decorated men and women trying to be there equals. Over different oceans, seas and foreign lands are promises of a forbidden love. When new alliances are forged trust is earned as they blazed upon differences of opinions. Trying to create a paradise in a lawless country. In a phenomenal instance he drew upon his knife on a ****** hot day. Exhausted near to death he looked upon his opposite as his enemy. With a different faith knowing he can never fear the dead.

If you bring out the cleverness in you it can bring out the dumbness in others. As the scene goes a miss the residue gathered in the mist. While he reminises the past judgement followed him for all his sins. Knowing women and men are never built to last. Then a whitewashed culvert glittered as the sealights beamed on golden sands. Just as the tides turned reveling the ocean floor. Then man wrote with quil and ink. Having the need to stop to think in the blink of a eye there futures passed. Exiled in the shadow of presence then cut down in prime of life. Withdrawing from solitude in a endless embrace of love leaving the abruptness of hate behind. Knowing they were still haunted by there dreams. As sweat lanquished on there pillows drained by the memories of all that fell. Nor trench or soil, iron or lead could keep out that deadly stench. There's no innocence in war so why do they keep death a secret. Is it because babies die leaving loved ones to cry. Without willful bliss needing a affectionate kiss to tame there hearts as they wished the need for peace.