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Sirens call out to those that arent where they are suppose to be
Drops of the subdued minds drip forth.
Night arrives as it is
But with it nothing was right
Darkness arrives as it is
But with it everything is not calming
Calming to which it seems without reason
But for tonight
For that dance we partake its just
Righteous outtakes have stricken me,
They reach out and try to steal the very essence of me.
Silent LoveSilent Love
Tortured minds of tortured hearts,
Withheld by the endless chains of courtesy,
Neurotic senses betraying their owners,
Falsifying it with tales of joy and penance,
Within the realm of religion and faith,
Its reckless behavior tells no lies,
With open eyes and shut souls,
We are one.
The Numbers tell us nothing,
The Facts are some times lies,
and honesty is gone.
We are one.
Our struggles perplexes the ages,
Confound by the spectator of heaven and beyond,
Not just the ones whom welds our essence in their palms,
But for all to see envious and zealous of it.
We are Here
Good - Bye...
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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