Time the harbinger,

     A silent immortal predator to which there is no shelter, All pulsating echoes within humming as beacons of life grow evermore strange kaleidoscope apparatus dim with each moment the hour demon glass's sands fall towards the end of all... This is the agreement we all share; in life!

In lieu of our,
United participation in...
Changing the world for better,
Or worse.

Time,

     The silent predator to unto which the beacon of all life's pulse grows evermore strangely dim; In Her wake; We disappear! 

In lieu... 

Every sleepless night,

      Is a screaming physical tangents of eyes swinging relentlessly transcribed emotions as bruises left as shame described as an accident upon the lives of those... Who're supposed to matter beyond those awake and wondering outside... The 'protection' of this... A shelter!

In lieu of,
Better Humans
Existing as husbands!

Her Again... II

Darling you've,

      Changed me beyond all the faithless darkness woven from the eclipsing Demon up hierarchy of greed above!  A relief at the healing beyond that which could ever be but lonely expectations greets me at the dawning of every new day!

In lieu of...
Her chameleon celebration of equality's struggle
To exist & to survive!

Her... Again! I

Darling you've changed....

      Me and I have only relief at the healing, You're the sun and I am but the waves breaking in the twilight rays of forlorn skies!

In lieu of...
Her

Every night's...
     
      A terrorist's personification of shores wherein anyone within the shelter is afraid; to sleep...

In lieu of... A dream, 
For a home where every wife
Whose husband exists...
Can sleep without these echoes!

Every night's terror,

      Is a conviction born of an abused into abusive human being thriving on that which withers from the phantoms of its decay, Hatred inspired by a prison of silence unwilling to stand... Until it could not any more... Crippled by wounds for which there was no magical help emergency trap line door to last dial stand call!

In lieu of,
Giving thanks...
For being alive
Standing up to...
Death in your lover's eyes!

Every night is a terrorist,

      Abusive humanity thriving on that which withers from his decay, Hatred of a father inspires all that succumb to his mother; A prison...

In lieu of,
Discovery before death!

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!

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,
Revamping:
Self

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!

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...

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!

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...
Acceptance

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!

Wearing my heart...

      As a bleeding tattoo underneath both sleeves, Colour dealt as guilt's devoted ink woven over scorch everlasting self hatred until death inflicted marks.... No longer necessary, I adore unto love that which the mirror reflects as me. Despite the wounds fire, knives, various blades & nooses have inflected upon that which is left remnants of spitefulness over; That which is entitled by the one that loves... Me, Besides me...!

In lieu of finding...
Acceptance:
Of self. 

Shadows of those lost,

     Phantoms prowling tonight's dream return, Open your eyes, Promises of remembrance thrive in waking life... Especially of the lost who're no longer with us in life...  But we linger, Staring at the fruitless for every voice shouting until bloody for a response left thirst and dry, As G-ds tolerance for despicable inaction unto the world's nearly over starving, For which whom the ghost who haunt our dreams are born from death into our every sleep unto wake caption of living!

In lieu of His donated inaction,
Unto everyone but...
Those who defile prayer
RICH. WHITE. PRIVILEGED!
As they cry for more of Greed's drug.
Longing as they stand over the sand castling beds...
Of those who lay dying.
Willingly blind to acknowledging...
That the problem always was...
Us!

Your Every Name is a Metaphor,

     Exonerated from shame. Though the personification of guild should be the very description of your capitalised noun, Thou art everlastingly shaking hands with all that is greed's all joy once known is nearly lost encompassing evil, For you... 'You,' allow all the definitions of starving to pursue hell upon our hope(s).

In lieu of You...
Participating once again!

Saw her gently,

     Mercy for all our insignificant eternity bound to her prayer scared hope numb of everything but martyrdom knees; no spiteful of greed longer mumbling into the darkness on behalf of humanity... Only wishing beyond EVERYTHING silent response forever stage might end. 

For death is worth it...
In countless moments

Saw forgiveness...

    On her prayer numb knees, Vacating every evaporated hope breath into the cosmos from the clouds upon which she wept.

In lieu...
Of whatsoever

Review introspection,

      A phantom kaleidoscope hallucination thriving in our every most secretive dream, We're hiding as wolves or everything... From being found spite-to-greedily out; By any faction of humanity.

In lieu of affection,
Finding us...
Despite faults!

Speak of the noise,

      A phantom knot thriving inaudibly as our every hidden depression... Inside, We're preciously hiding shame as if it's our most destructive-unknown source of the secrets that will eventually shine.

In lieu of acceptance,
Beyond our oceans...
Of guilt we hide!

Reacting to the faithless,

     All hope was significantly lost at birth realists disregarding the recycled joyously hidden minstrel of everyone's meaning is involved in with one a disappearing another's embrace of preposterous dreams, Living as frowns & furrowed brows instead of resolute compassion... For their eternity!

In lieu of your participation in...
The above poem. 

Today was rough,

      But it wasn't this day or the apocalypse; at least for me... No one died and the world remained relatively the same! At least for me... I can't say much about you, Because in this world the news travels as fast as only what people pay viral attention to...

In lieu of,
Caring more!!!
EXCLAMATION 

Extended continuous visit(s),

     Losing out on the faith amidst anorexia fjords that consume the flesh off my withering hollow at hope's cost bones,  Compensated by the mirror's reflected domination of illusion's twisted implications paint a reality without hope, acceptance which is love's shelter...!

In lieu of my participation on,
Starving myself unto;
A near death awakening!

You speak of moderation,

     But bestow silence and death in abundance... without remedy, Another night malnourished greed mare, Not a great steed but dreams kept hostage to a waking regime of ransomed hope held forever out of even imaginations sight captive!

In lieu of Your participation in,
Giving up on our bargain...
To participate!