Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Tomorrow G-d,

    Will be unnamed and gone, We're entirely over hopelessly whelmed by every invisible yet to come day's shadow looming over us as doubt we believe to be set entombed as our fate in stone by an entity who cares for those...

In lieu of;
Finding hope's flame!

Monday, May 22, 2017

All the usual,

    Shadows reside in the residual dark amidst light prison, As phantoms given inaudible names by the fate we establish them, Granted by our imaginary fate unto hope whose doubt is fear, guilt and the echoes of yesterdays shame by which we justify the visions we personify!

In lieu of,

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Your (N)ame,

     Is a metaphor for the taste of every pill, illicit dosage or bottle that pulled us to the floor, A vigilant serpent throttled your wrists for our very name as you sought to extinguish our doubtful existence as death faithless row does to the hopeless; Despite the ocean's endless tide of abounding guilt as a noose of invisible shame!

In lieu of,
Hating You tomorrow,
As I did today!

Friday, May 19, 2017

We where ghosts!

      The shells of our former selves; Around out necks! As we've existence found no acceptance or subsequent healing for the eternity of breaking occurring as an ocean inside!

In lieu of,
Calmer seas...

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Aspire to my hidden,

     Clark everyone knew him in the light of every singe evaporating self amidst the hidden yet inspirational identity, The sad infinite moment of my reality is I changed; For everyone!

In lieu...
Of questioning
The foundations of relationships and subsequently: Acceptance!

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Aspire to my hidden,

     Clark everyone knew him in the light of every singe evaporating self amidst the hidden yet inspirational identity; No one really had faith, hope, love or time for the reality that was... Me.

In lieu of...

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Investigating the inaudible,

     Naked unbound song of the damned whose prayers are spoken without speaking or hearing, As a song upon the majestic voice of She who silently exists beyond the North tainted hope wind... Her silence is the very echo of everyone whose ever died and not returned; Looking fatefully back upon all that which was lost... Their prophetic calling for unity and the acknowledgement of that which we've been for centuries battling between the despicable cause of apathy and the convictions of shame! Disavowing the truth... That the problem everlasting has and forever will be; Us!

In lieu of our participation in,
Throwing our middle finger to the Sky!