Glancing back, twas as a dream within this dream to me....
Some distant of surreal yet twisted play and I was but a child
At life's mercy trying to navigate no, simply surviving perhaps her
World in woe climbing aneath their desk while the sirens wailed wondering
If every tiny heart held their sorrows as this child ? Covering, new borne lights
Pledging allegiance towards an atrocity at the time we could not know: fast
forward
Beyound his black as white renditions body bags, where nothing has changed
except the date ?
Their conqueror worms reciting abomination's ushering declarations living
breathing situations in dae, they trust.
Reminiscing these glittering lights which shined bright
Once upon a days dawn; heart's and laughter; blue tears
Casting they into prisms their colours to be splashed about, an horizon's
Poetic canvas vast the cloth yet vague it's borders; centre's sweeping
In love's prolific strokes; vibrant's, cardinal red mingled with gray
Made ash dividing lines hues separating what was from this that, is
Bone white askew a brush's handle tracing her skeletal's key unlocking
Time's box aneath something which seemed to be but, another wake amid
Candlelit dreams: their abstract shards these palette's we see ? Crystal's
Dark images silhouetting shadows defining both you as me piercing, life's looking glass.
Its easy to grow bitter while being emptied out....
If this is my calling another verse, being read ? Tearing
Indifferent pages from another's, burning book: set aflame their fray
Address his beast of burden immersed aneath pain; these children in chains
Shiloah, we're holding tight and yes, we'll take this ride ? Believe love's hope beyound
The night as wretched's undeserving, tear stained door: mangled time a whirlwind, poe's pen
Tombstones be where beauty's ghost shall roam; caverns, embraced their home....
A message afore we go unto disarray's taunting crew an echoing: what gates ? Images
Guiding us towards Your arms: strengthening as molding hearts babes and sucklings loving, You!
Her baby girl abused then cast away nay a spoken word for two years; till a young lady whom held broken
Empathy somewhere aside life's no so, yellowbrick road ? Kissed darling's dreams just as Beautiful has thus ourselves.
Frozen eyes gazing towards her sky
Green body bags their establishment's
Contribution to this darker shade in gray
You as yours thought she was an endless day ?
That wicked's evil generation could somehow someway
Perpetually carry on these blood dreanched banners swaying
While taunting till time's what but, I have beheld your best shot yes
Apocalyptic passages a glimpse this omen the beginning theirs and think not
Love shall fail to crash then burn his piper's fortified walls: no galaxy high enough
Nor cavern aneath her sea your bunker deep enough; for disarray's kings of nothing nay
Except, this rusting clock spelling tears the end in sin twas yours: My Spirit, rushing tides His mountain.
Their gold rush collecting slaves as slaying children ?
Write it in a note attach to his goat: we'll call father double talk
Back beyound her future with a green light glock: cannonball camouflage
Founders, of cannibal espionage ? Twenty leagues aneath the sea divulged his silver....
Pear tree here hear riptide's constitution Big Ben's revolution ? Robinson Crusoe's, evolution.
Tis been over a decade now
Although it seems as that a lifetime
Since passing aneath this bridge...
Beyound the night; these words entering
Into my mind twas twilight: having then for a couple of years
Started carrying these little notebooks everywhere we went
Pouring atop pages scribbling in colours while exercising life's plight
Kiss the sun first day of winter chasing ghost and time, was such for me
Nothing has changed her song remains the same; rusted chains growing old
An infant welcome to his world waxing cold it's pain as jade tears about, their truth.
Peering back through this blurred lens' scope across time
Two grieving widows cast amid despair; eleven children lost
Or better stripped, their lives; robbed of a father's love: poignant
Cutting at these edges; still frames in black and white ? Two brothers
Somewhat young where one had already died time's tides; intriguingly ironic
Considering the possibilities could you turn such hands: be as ghost entombed tears
Aneath shattered dreams their veil ?
Ever trying to crawl aneath one's flesh ? Nothing better as doing, perhaps
Arriving at this reason's door; bittersweet the wine while her heavens, they gaze
Surreal she seems science fiction be it real, or imagined what is truth are You, a King ?
Telepathic, physical phenomena: we have longed centuries now fulfilled afore your hearts
Everlasting's love while his atheist celebrates another victory ? Clairvoyant civil liberties seperation's
Picturesque piccadilly revelations such fascination closing, wisdom's windows ? Cherubs, kissing babies....
Resurrection's, His kingdom shall be an eternal kingdom the message, beyound all else this grave: God, Is Love.
Glancing back, twas as a dream within this dream to me....
Some distant of surreal yet twisted play and I was but a child
At life's mercy trying to navigate no, simply surviving perhaps her
World in woe climbing aneath their desk while the sirens wailed wondering
If every tiny heart held their sorrows as this child ? Covering, new borne lights
Pledging allegiance towards an atrocity at the time we could not know: fast forward
Beyound his black as white renditions body bags, where nothing has changed except the date ?
Their conqueror worms reciting abomination's ushering declarations living breathing situations in dae, they trust.
Panoramic became the view while death it's call ?
Walls broken by time and now ruins aneath these feet
What was once tangible or so this seemed; proved but a breath
Transcending their dreams ? Anxious spirits with distant eyes
Bought to sell an alibi; reminiscing skies in slivers of light: beams her love
Which shined so bright; hearts as laughter's, once upon their tithes....
Blue these nights where tears they break, into colourful prisms about, poetics wake
A canvas vast the cloth yet vague; it's borders centre his sweeping brush of cardinal red
Crimson hues thus mingled with ash ? Dividing lines which seperate what was from this that is
Bone white askew her skeletal key; fingertips tracing his palette unlocking time's box aside
Candlelit dreams but abstract shards be all we see ? Silhouetted reflections piercing images, in you as me.
....And we knew that life was not our own ?
Kiss the sky her moon she waits; diamond formations
Pearly gates there is no verse to claim this dust: whence borne
Clarity, be visions his burnt ashes their macabre tis no phoenix rising
A theatrical tomb ? Ten thousand shores gathered aneath her sea; fantastical
Lotus lores where diablo sleeps: in hedges be six where time she creeps....
Shadows lurk of broken prose idyllic concessions, fragmented rhyme ? Phantom pages
Flaming tides leviathan swirls a swift reply ? Sickled cross the child awakes; crimson love her reaper, plays.
Bypassing mercy as compassion and these things should not be left undone ?
Enveloping love's heart shall it fail oneself to grasp; turn away from tears, this light
Their lives, be dreams we omit ? Yet even creation's puppies do eat, the crumbs which fall
Aneath, His, childrens tables: time's husbandman, and what branch can thrive nor survive apart
Beauty's vine this breath of life a furnace, they say ? Who made me a judge over you anyway; show or tell...
When truth lies bleeding in such hands left weeping atop, their open sepulchres ? I know not what I shall be; but I do know.
If in fact a thousand years is but as a day unto
Our Heavenly Holy Father: then we have been here
No less than seventy-seven point seven minutes playing
These notes banging this drum upon your, FM dials ? Scorch
His mic while burning her keys it's just their rock and roll fantasy
Metallic chords lying aneath the blossoms tree; gentle breeze her branches
Showering me echoing love's lyrics: punch drunk time in a funk looking like it's punk....
Twist and shout that's what she's all about come on girls as boys make some noise don't, fear the reaper.
There is a season be all things aneath this sun....
Knowing tis not the time for romance whileas standing
Upon that the edge of her world; peering intently into it's truth ?
America's commander in chief spending half his term attending memorials
Battling the white wolf with poisoned fangs hollow words better, a refrain
Then serving ghost one cannot behold their generations ? This prince..
Waxing gross time's toast traveling to as from lifting, your bitter cup ? His
Broken bows catering unto hope's own demise; shifting sands scripted shards
Of emerald glass these eyes ? An abomination, fallen from her stars; cryptogram
Sitting atop tomorrow's pendulum this temple set aflame; a portent ? Omega's child.
A glitters parade of fireworks aneath love's moon
Colourful lights lighting her Summer's, wistful night
Escaping, this hard rock cafe called life ? Psychedelic
Furs their Pretty In Pink playing whileas a mother cry's...
Children about their side at her lover, she screams; enter
Reality beholding his fiery sunset today; cannot remember
The last time these eyes held such a view ? Blew another kiss
Into surround sounds sky; caught a star whom then asked why.
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