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