Fallen Question I

 Foes and friends,

      Deserve the question of purpose, Bruising all who still remain moving, Congruence in self honesty, No bluffing to the invisible spirit we may be promoting! Now all falseness can erode and no one but 'we' can tell anyone of us who to be... A beacon for the mirror.

In earnest anticipation of,

Reflections.

Throne Of Whom... I

 Thrown,

    Into an unwanted destiny, Writing self amidst wolves, A wretch of witches, Concealing a war on everything, Do to a condemnation of the right, They willingly into bed carry...!

In anticipation of,

Believing in:

Me...(us)

We...

You!

She... Mum I

  I'm afraid,

   Of time... Cause I know, You won't be there...

In lieu of...

Never-reminders!

She...

A kin...

    We're once, Sometime again...? Crashed into one another, Amid a half lost self diluted expression, Wishing everything together and away, Making a deal with the hospital g-d of day, We absolutely delivered, Into the night(s)...  Exchanging stolen false but unto one another honest smiles amid the darkness.

In lieu of,

Missing a sibling...

She... XIXIII

 I've written,

      Mountains of words, But we best speak in chirps and silences, I never cared what we're saying... Because together we've overcome the insurmountable fathoms of who we were once were apart, and now we're together...

In lieu of,

Forever

Shouting in Silence I

  Echoes,

     Repetitious alignments of malignant opinions, Voiced by the dying to persuade anyone to listen... To die with the hatred with which they've became.

In lieu of ending...

Such malice!

Forever

A Glass Realm...

 Under Glass

Have you ever…

Listened to the end,

Of the world?!?

It will destroy you,

Into tears… 

And joy…!

For all now can balance,

All of humanity’s,

Inhumanity…

Is gone!