As Much As

As much as we love, as much as we feel, as much as we laugh and smile. As much as we dream and plan, as much as we’re romantic and lovable, gullible and sweet. As much as we are patient, as much as we help, we need, and as much as we want; we still need to remember that reality is the ultimate god of life. Reality is a deal breaker, a dream crusher, and a heart commutator. Not to be negative but we cloud our minds with deja vu and sweet lullabies we forget to think about the realism of life, and with that skipped thought we push ourselves to tumble into weed, crash into a wall, and cry out a river.

Think.

Earth Soul

A need for affection my heart is shallow, melted dripping the earth soiling the rock mountain of the shadows. A lace of freedom will need to fly the waters of heaven and the skies of seven. The layers of valves circled my body in an attempt to save the broken heart. The shell will break and pieces of the; will travel the earth to find perfection that is impossible. The possibility of chance is thrown out deep into the forest of my mind, tracing the traces of hope. Back into time we go and far too far for the eye can reach we travel, no our feet but our souls left briefly to find what we looked for, but never found. To ask a question that was forbidden still tickles my curiosity though making the lords angry with mercy of petty non sense. You are my child naive and clever they spoke one voice from the corners of the heavens carried by angels to my drums. I split a curve on my facade knowing the love was there for me to unearth.

Lord Tell

Shameless justice creeps past me. Enemied by the justice of our land. For there was no justice beneath me, only the shadows of the unjust rules of kings and commands of the commander under his souls of feet. I lay under the sun of the lords which shine the spy on me.
I see the blood of the child seeping through transparently, leaking into the solid rocks to the beds of oceans and rivers of Egypt. The sands of the desert came waling past, running from the truth of the current present they do not want. The want of peace has dies last day to remember, a vigil, a cry and even a tear was down dried by the sun again, spy no tear will fall on the solids and come near the hairs of innocent fallen. We will forget, as commanded and live with no hearts and no souls, no yeses and no no’s no mind and no thought will ever come across again.
The Arabs have arrived with gold, come to gift the knights of New England and prey upon us as we set to tell them their truth and lead them to follow me. Close your eyes and never awaken to your past truths god has given you, taught you the truth which you have forgotten.

I am a lost, Look for me, please. I am alone, I walk the side; no one at glance. The sadness has reaped me. I am broken, I weep the rain. Swallow before you jump…