Write into distance,
Until the world becomes one, Fingers build a poetic conversation from a nightmarish dusk until an intoxicating dawn, Sun rise in the far off sky brings home the hope I descry! A beautiful heaven I shan't ever see, Sold my soul into a dream: Equality via compassionate means to see the world run dry of lethargy.
Nature instilled conscience desires silence amidst the torrent for a single planetary blood moon cycle of change granted unto generations to pass on a conversation, Misery is hate and is justifiably despised, Do not loose the way of virtue to greed, Let it not poison your souls as a commander reunites childhood unkindness with tactical weapons training, Countless are the dead from such methodical algorithms of profit, The last of the human condition will be two, Strangers who hold hands amidst the loneliness and pretend they've known one another forever, Becoming one on behalf of love's decaying hope.
In earnest anticipation of,
Monday, June 3, 2013
Smile of the Sun
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