To blind to see the truth knowing if we told another soul. They would take the roof away from you. Leaving you black and blue knowing inside your pain is new. As you live on the streets in sunshine and rain. Watching everyday people getting drunk and high. Never realising your friends and family had already cried. That's when you know they have already said goodbye. Knowing when secrets are made there rarely sold. As you live beyond your means living like a fiend. In and out of courts. With freedom that can't be brought. Even after it's been hard fought. Because no one believes a prison fool. Even if you lose your anger then you try to act cool. Never realising your to old as life takes it toll. I just hope your life again never folds. While facing the outside world blistering cold.

My time stopped to ease my thoughts with stories of old as the cold saw it's discontent. While I was wrapped in warmth with a friend against the ice and the frost as dehydration showed it usual face. Living in a white torrent place wishing for a dry fruitful space. Knowing if we were outside our bodies would be frozen without decay. Our breath will be visible and seen looking for something green. knowing loneliness is tough to cope as you see a wintery *****. In a baroness wilderness there's no boat to sail or vote to cast I just wish we lived in one united class.

Those calming voices that soothes my heart. Turning me away from the depths of whispering winds that plague my sins. As I lie in the mist of grief wollowing in my own sorrow. Fatherless without his love in the realms of pity. As I live in the unguided world of a ghosthood in a new fangled home. While I m steadfast as I stop running from my past I just hope us humans are built to last. Knowing these facade lines cross my path. Keeping me on the straight and narrow. So the only one should follow me is my shadow. Away from borrowed time in a sinuous presence over shadowed by loneliness. In a stream of visability showing wayward steps that burdens my soul.With hieroglyphs of life in a unimagineable perfection through space and time.We should keep away from fake personalities that tries to con us in a insulet world. To engrandize and modernize then to have our faiths try to control us. Even in front of holy eyes without unquestionable doubt this to me is a evil cell of terrorist louts. Knowing this will never be there last bout. As they look like smartly dressed hobbo's from a distant ghetto. Only after death will there spirts languish in limbo. Waiting for god to cast them all to hell for being under the devil's spell.

Look to the stars to see they shine so bright for are wisdom must never see the light. Then I hope our darkest days gets left the past so vast and few then let no shadow be cast in a lonely cue. While no deaths shall steal the show as legends are made and stars are born. For there never is a perfect day.

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

There was a nonsensical vengeance apon his face. With a rampaging love that took it's toll. In an intransitive moment he knew he could never see her intuitive gorgeous face again. As he bowed out in disgrace fearing she has lost her trust in him. While she made haste to someone safe. She knew even if she waited for there feelings to fizal out they couldn't never just be mates. For there was a sense of belonging  after she left. Knowing she taught him a powerful lesson for being over possessive that no womans a possession. That's when man plays a dangerous game because with every bad action results in consequences of the heart. As newly wed pillows sieged his mind with tears of joy with displays of promises of a golden age. As whiskey flows through the moonlight. While her husband was half fainted from drunken vibes dancing with his palpable girl. Knowing displays of rage will never enter his life. Showing array of emotions that inhabited his soul. Feeling starstruck dreams that wakes his sleep in the night as realizes he found Mrs right.

In loving memory of those great war souls. Who chose no hidden goals who fought for no silver, jewels or gold with deadly stories to be told. To our young allies who risked there lives against those who blocked out the skies. In the dead of the night as it turned to daylight. May peace be with us in our hour of need to stem our enemies greed. While heads of states turn to brass it's tough to forget our past. With family names written on wooden benches. As battle worn trenches hide bones of the buried. So the living can stay alive watching there sons and daughters grow up to get married. So don't hurry your dreams in conquest or loss for our great world is full of hope. With no names on there graves. Just remember those brave lost souls.

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.

In the world full of transparency lived humans in a dalligone age hoping for there immanent lands to be free. Knowing even darkness there's glar and glit as they wished on a starlight. As they looked at what marvels beholds the skies. While doldrums of listlessness as they saw a new dawn making a mockery of the dazzling sunshine. Then the winds shifted the mountain peaks snows white brilliance in a winters storm. On the horizons shorn the shadow of man following his woman through time and space. Even in death he couldn't contain his love for her for it was eternal  like the souls of all good women and men. Every heavy heart must have hope even in wilderness. Fearing the centre of a harriet charm. Lied the evil truth beyond a lariet chain of hate there stood harms way and the love of another man.

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.

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.

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.

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.

If there's a thin line between love and hate. Then all who dare would love there fate to wait. As wispy clouds of mist covers my eyes. Leaving me to endure hardships and pain. While I untwist my mind with thoughts of a solace time. The weak suffer leaving some of the strong with only regret. Even when we rise from the gutters after a daylight flutter. Stopping us begging on the streets showing of your life of poverty. That's when you can help the people that matters most to you. While you always feel blue knowing true love will only stay. When you both sleep together as two. From the depths of your souls as we see the greatest sights. It still won't shield us from the bitter ice.