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Eye’s wide shut, we sleep in silence;
Tears to be free, leave us hope
Sound the horn, begin to cope.
Everlasting life, proven to be,
Everlasting love, Shakespeare could not see
Laughing, sounds of upward hope
Leave us casted towards the downward slope.
Found beneath this evil wreckage
Lifeless joys, tears of silence
Pain clouds my thoughts
Asking to be hurt
Pain today, forever; watch
Cast me aside and board the dock.
Time frames come and others go
And leave us pondering the
Sequence of the show
Hollow dreams and empty souls
Burdened by this; they call love.
Show me life and show me joy..

Canyon's of Chaos

Destruction overwhelms the day
A vast inferiority consumes creation
Catastrophic images of the impoverished
Solidified nations residing in fear
Malevolent predictions of those who are lost
Serenading lies, impervious crimes
Contention of the fallen
Bereavement; trials erase
Solidarity of the wicked
Cascading without a trace
Entrenched, alone and fearful
Memories long to fade
The hierarchy of the disillusioned
Remains this very day…

The Hurricane of Love

Shadows follow us through the night;
In weakness we surrender to the fight
Alone in darkness I cry.
Absent from love and a lie
Sacrifice for those who absently try.
To love, to lose, to die;
In the end we all remain
Lost once again.
Impurity of the heart
Illusions tempt us to desire;
Satan is a vagrant liar.
Alone in this perilous fight
We search again for the light;
Carry us onto a burdensome free life.

Nostalgia of the Minds Estate

Silence overwhelms my mind as the days pass and hours torture;
the indifference within my heart.
The sunlight dimly provokes the inner strength yet hapless I lie alone
in a shell of darkness within hell’s fury.
The ferocity within this infection of sadness bellows to the depths
of the most illustrious sea.
A mere collection of intermittent memories that instigate
the sensations of life’s manufactured deficiency allowing nothing
or anyone to prevail.
A malfunction of our vast capacity to comprehend the iniquities
that we suffer and whereas, they shall capture thy heart and thy soul.

The moral decline in our society is directly connected to the decline of high culture. Tradition and value no longer exists and a mere hypocrisy known as our societal regime controls the populace. The individual self has separated from one’s body and assimilated into superficiality: greed and envy. Life consists upon power and money versus true happiness. Many search throughout their lives for meaningless value in material goods, instead of every appreciating every day of life; where only we can control our destiny. The destitute surrounding’s that are left from the destruction of the human population are in direct representations of the continual damage that will occur if we are not stopped. Greed must cease to exist and money needs to be seen as meaningless without happiness. The separation of self and superficiality must be addressed in order to save the world from the Apocalypse.

Solidified Ambiguity

Contingency of delayed benevolence, wrought with the imperfections of one’s life;
Disillusioned by the impertinence of the day and the callus eyes of others
Conquered in thought of the immoral burden threatening the pure of heart
The impervious deliverance of disaster leading us into oblivion
Lost in a translucent world buried beneath the sanctity of deliverance
Wretched salutations distraught with penance and sin
The creation of ambivalent thought embraced with the torment of deniability
Enraged with distaste, shadows engulf the multitude
Confiscated thought penetrated by a facade of entrapment
Blind regret, defiance of self gratification

Moral Obstinacy

Cyanide devours the life from within, my veins are bled dry.
Cascading through the longevity of chronic anguish; pursued by the devil reborn.
The allotment for the creation of thought,
Forsakes the dividend of morality,
and leaves the seekers of justice trapped and mangled; mere debris.

The colors fade from the day and shadows dwell within the night.
Sacrificial stars, betray those who pray, within the contour of their fright.
The rigid moon condemns our thoughts, cratered, sequestered, and contingently wrought.
Conscious canyons filled with tears; the moon shall see but never hear.
Align fear and surrender delight for confiscated is our life.

Kindred Judgment

An offset to heaven’s design

The improbability of a break in the chain;

Undeniably captures the enigma of human err

The accountability is foreign to one’s mind

They seem to shy away from

Sacrifice; that not in haste

Callus infractions cloud the mind

And generations are lost within the surmise of disgrace

In servitude, pronounces the kindred plight

To recapture a unit beguiled in fright

Contention buried deep within

Children lost, in fractured kin

Ponder the solution, for its not too late

Soul’s dying alone; away from grace

Strangers to a humbled few

Who spent their lives awaiting their fate…

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