Screaming

Screaming on the point of key change. Where laughter salutes tears. There, joy and sadness grapple. And you run towards, despite your fears. When pain kisses pleasure, the passion rejuvenates the truth. In the developing motifs of the fifth, the old man kisses his youth. In harmony with the sublime, we believe what we act.Continue reading “Screaming”

Vengeance

Vengeance no longer mine I’m trying not to become him. There is no secrets in seeking the truth. I dance on the edge of death where bravery overcomes safety. I offer my hand across the murky divide, unfamiliar with the nuance. Do any of us act like we beleive? Who controls my interest? From theContinue reading “Vengeance”

By His wounds

Palm leaves reach out in worship for they knew, just who He was. He flipped tables in the den of thief’s. He showed his way the truth. Broke bread and explained of a no greater love then betrayed with a kiss. Snatched in the dark, a snatch in secret. Found guilty of His innocence, deniedContinue reading “By His wounds”