The spell of the folding star
Fortells the line of beauty
As the unknown becomes
The hammock and the
Broken knot the post

Cloud pink above the rockery
Grey fingers of twilight too
Resolving into the nooks
Across paths as ideas seen
Not given a chance to bloom

My ego swells
As time fortells
My every last contrivance.
So self-aware
My inner stare
It lends to me a silence.

Oh, what a toll
To feel my soul
Scrape against the hollow.
And so alone
With piercing tone
With no god left to follow.

As moral sense
Constructs a fence
That soon becomes a wall.
To keep away
The social fray
And bring growth to a stall.

We need the fight
To bring to light
The darkness of our hearts.
To fill the hole
Left in our soul
When we let myth depart.

We don't evolve
When left to solve
A fiction erred as fact.
A book of lies
To close our eyes
As common sense is sacked.

The demon priest
Not yet deceased
Still holds most in his grasp.
But he shall see.
There's no more need
For clinging to the past.

We shall rise against your lies.

We shall open up our eyes.

And see the truth.

The night falls so swiftly the darkness over comes
As the moonlights up the sky the transients begin there cry

The motor bikes soar as they are  looking to score.

Greed, theivery and dispair floats thru the night air.

They are watched from a  distance Indulging  in sinfull  ways
with  begging  brings a penny or two to get them thru the day.
asking for
assistance as they are watching your every move.
We close our eyes and turn away.

Life is starving with dispair Is their no repair

The streets are  lonely and ***** no where to sleep pushing and pulling carts full of stuff we throw away.
Everyday struggling to survive.

Lost souls walking ,waiting for a chance to excape
People have no refuge besides a high they will sure see.

This place keeps you in no matter who you are.
You will Surely be  changed living life in the dark,smelting heat ,dusty wind  ,darkness is here and is all they have now.

Once you land your feet here you will never get out. Dont even try to be a scout.

So forget who you were and rest assure.
The heat will melt your soul
Always watching behind you and nothing's ever there.

Is this what the future fortells ? hold on to your shirt tails.
Hell on earth is what they say
No one lends a hand and no one cares as they are only thinking of themselves
Warp sense of morals all for a buck
What a ***** horrible place is this city in  AZ
Poor you poor me its not the place to be.