Friday, May 26, 2017

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!


Thursday, May 25, 2017

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!

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

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!

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,
Revamping:
Self

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...