Years of madness
I wandered through the darkness digging at my past in the soul breeze of recollection.
From a morning burst, a phrase from my thoughts speaks in a twilight of broken dreams.
The passion inside drapes itself over a perjury that stumbled into a heretic’s lexicon.
Prepare at will the claws of voice strings unravelling to become a veritable noose around your ideas.
While purging the nervousness of comfort which sinks into the song of peeling humanity’s skin back to
the beginning while watching the universe perspire.
Now we teeter on the justice scale entering the reverie in the web of insanity foretold.
The clouds shed away the red moon drip and covered the sackcloth sun, a sky yelling and hollering of
predictions that have passed.
Pretension the face of the new red waiting by the river of shadow melding in the new black.
The breath of an impression of becoming our stories slams into the walls of reverence.
Our holistic avenues dug up and paved with the sting of humanity nestled amongst the all-knowing
spectacles of collusion.
I caught fireflies in my jar to light my way in the darkness of your life put on the altar of nirvana being
A door way to sanctity, a mind for sale, a brain to munch-a chill, an ice cube of desire with the glint of a
diamond expiring with the melt of chivalry.
The iron backbone serves its purpose and must bend at times with the braiding of kingdoms under the
spell of ingenuity.
A meadow of feelings sway in the wind of chance during an upheaval of scattering seeds in the face of
doing same under the umbrella of progeny.
The walls speak the smell of defeat and I ask, “Where are the birds?” – A sign to purge.
Staining the relationship between oneness and the ego which paints a lone canvas painting its own lone
canvas caressing the conduits of praise.
A trickle of sanity shows itself deduced by showing me the thunder dancing with the clouds showing me
something else than a life being wasted.