CLARITY of a moment so ever short
is what chanced to visit this day
it did not knock or ring its presence
should I complain – it has its own ways
Upon a trembling surface – clearly my eyes
all formality and pomposity – it stripped away
laying bare the simplicity of all humanity
beauty, love, vulnerability – I could not bear
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LIES beyond the trees belies the deeds
Is no wonder why the world screams and bleeds
The weight of blame shunder beneath my shame
I cried before all of humanity in all insanity
And asked the heavens for forgiveness — no blame
Nature spoke and instantly so violently I choked
No release say the elements — as they spoke
Fire dances and water bleeds between rocks
Humanity needs no less to breed good stock
Today I cried a river and bled a fire
Knowing nothing less than a pyre
Could ever lessen my pain to gain in life
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I SAW a lie — cross a path
it was anemic and weak
as it made its way
craving a soul that only knows —
a life in fear and pain
it did not have far to go…
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MIST OF LIES
IN my eyes I decrie
fields of lost lust
in the mist of lies
I say yes –
You say no
I realize the issue
it depends upon the life
you have lived in this skin
but you must know – trust me now
those who you’ve trusted
surely want your saddness — how?
live a life unfulfilled is how
they will smirk and smile away
and take your sorrow to the bank
accounts full of red and sorrow
Wash away your sorrows
sing a praise to the sun
forgo the darkness it knows
dark and damp steal away
my prayer will show you the way
Wash away…
wash away your sins
and bring me the love I need…
Wash away…
wash away your sins
and sing to me your song of love..
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