To blind to see the truth knowing if we told another soul. They would take the roof away from you. Leaving you black and blue knowing inside your pain is new. As you live on the streets in sunshine and rain. Watching everyday people getting drunk and high. Never realising your friends and family had already cried. That's when you know they have already said goodbye. Knowing when secrets are made there rarely sold. As you live beyond your means living like a fiend. In and out of courts. With freedom that can't be brought. Even after it's been hard fought. Because no one believes a prison fool. Even if you lose your anger then you try to act cool. Never realising your to old as life takes it toll. I just hope your life again never folds. While facing the outside world blistering cold.

There was a nonsensical vengeance apon his face. With a rampaging love that took it's toll. In an intransitive moment he knew he could never see her intuitive gorgeous face again. As he bowed out in disgrace fearing she has lost her trust in him. While she made haste to someone safe. She knew even if she waited for there feelings to fizal out they couldn't never just be mates. For there was a sense of belonging  after she left. Knowing she taught him a powerful lesson for being over possessive that no womans a possession. That's when man plays a dangerous game because with every bad action results in consequences of the heart. As newly wed pillows sieged his mind with tears of joy that displays promises of a golden age. As whiskey flows through the moonlight. While her husband was half fainted from drunken vibes dancing with his palpable girl. Knowing displays of rage will never enter his life. Showing array of emotions that inhabited his soul. Feeling starstruck dreams that wakes his sleep in the night as realizes he found Mrs right.

Those calming voices that soothes my heart. Turning me away from the depths of whispering winds that plague my sins. As I lie in the mist of grief wollowing in my own sorrow. Fatherless without his love in the realms of pity. As I live in the unguided world of a ghosthood in a new fangled home. While I m steadfast as I stop running from my past I just hope us humans are built to last. Knowing these facade lines cross my path. Keeping me on the straight and narrow. So the only one should follow me is my shadow. Away from borrowed time in a sinuous presence over shadowed by loneliness. In a stream of visability showing wayward steps that burdens my soul.With hieroglyphs of life in a unimagineable perfection through space and time.We should keep away from fake personalities that tries to con us in a insulet world. To engrandize and modernize then to have our faiths try to control us. Even in front of holy eyes without unquestionable doubt this to me is a evil cell of terrorist louts. Knowing this will never be there last bout. As they look like smartly dressed hobbo's from a distant ghetto. Only after death will there spirts languish in limbo. Waiting for god to cast them all to hell for being under the devil's spell.

Fearing his shiftiness made his mummy and  daddy weep you could see the fear in there eyes. Knowing there son had pollution in his body. Which made him shout out in anger always wanting more money. Trying to creep in after dark all alone but they keep telling him this is not his home. Hidden away safely are their jewels and expensive things but nothing is to hard to find for this ****** king. Drowned out in a sorrow of sound with flashing blue lights lighting up a dreary grey sky. Now cuffed up on the floor covered in blood with needle marks, open wounds and sores. He still can't see he's  just a pawn in this drugs war. As the cell door shuts behind him. As he starts his sentence there's a secret regret and repentance on his face. Knowing he's going to have the runs like a cricket score feeling like he's been battered red raw. Even on morphine and codeine he still can't dream as he wakes up with the sweats to put on his oversized prison jeans. The only addicts that don't come back are the ones who always stay clean like the man called dean.

As darkness ruled the night basking in the moonlight. With adamant faces trying to control the light. With acrimonious personalities creating bitterness and hostility of the darkest minds. So there hearts were blank laced with hate. Never knowing love until god created woman and man.  But he couldn't stem the envy of money.

The virtuoso of the living lie. Without spite in our dreams to become good human beings. With uniqueness in every face. While the police run in circles like hamsters on a wheel. Just when we feel the rage trying to keep our children safe. Even when we grow to a old age. While we inspire to greatness. We mustn't forget the richness in our lives. Knowing the human race is our biggest threat. Through destruction and execution we will never be this planets resurrection. So why isn't this being taught in all our education in every nation.

To embrace the virtues of man. Knowing how to embrauge the values of youth. As you show innocent wisdom to nurture your minds. With sonnets grands to find. Facing challenges to tell the truth. As they embellish there outrageous lies. When insecurities hide behind false hearts. While closed mountains stay under snow and ice. As nature calls in a brevity time. Just as your energy lacks on a trodden path. Watching the weather swirl as your throat starts to dry. While hope challenges your feelings that your going to die.