A Hierarchy of Angels

Forgive me if I fail to see

The flattery in your Joie de vivre

Correct me if I’m insincere

In disregarding the context of your cheer

What’s left tomorrow is often the rejected

Frames of today

Distinguish yourself through honor

Open your heart to verite and

All the lies will fade away

Forgery of purpose is impossible

If dedication is one’s only vice

Destitution of promise is but

A reflection of internal strife

To calm such seas in tumult

Simply intuit the breath, exhaling

All denials and debilitating thrush

And such is the way

And such is the path

     To delve fully in such direction

     Is to submit to potent tracts

In truth there is forgiveness

In strength one finds the gravity of love

     In harmony there lives a peaceful serenade

     Serenity one could almost touch

As one walks the valleys of the parent

All allegories are revealed

When one accepts all that is as what is served

There will be a hierarchy of angels revealed

Tenets Entombed

Sacred cows of Idol’s gold

Enslaved a people’s tide enrapt

Sparse seas amidst arid dry’s

Splits succumb to tenets denied

A mix, a flow, a blend of blood

A tryst, a glow, a shed of salt

A rinse, in tow, a defense of fear

Beliefs deflect tablets aside

A factions face denies belief

That some words written first

Have lost hold to the thirsts of men

Neath the crypts- scarabs run

Abandoning their bandages

Wrapped to flesh aligned to bone

Jars of promise lay beside

Those possessions most important to

The astral dreams foretell the awakening

Where lies once told are put to rest

This before they’re spoke again

Which Way Shelter Runs

Which way shelter runs,

Upon commencement of a settling sun,

Daggers drip of melting snow,

Twinge in texture, organically ambition grows,

From red tinted languor to spite filled rhetorical cries,

Interloping between mosaic thoughts and layered tears,

The posturing of this arrangement blurs the lines, lines you despise,

Multi-faceted illusions begin to creep,

A blend of power amidst a violet much too raw,

Wild antics on display, the disease is active, the strains are deep,

The key to secrets that you keep,

Repress the visions that you saw, repress them, repress them all,

Which way shelter runs,

Along the subdivisions of crooked roads,

Deep amongst the cluttered dark,

Tattered motions provide the spark,

From refuge to those who follow blindly,

The moldings of the framework are alarmingly disfigured,

When comparing kings and pawns,

And thus one difference between raven and swan,

The once awakened pretty creatures weep,

For one day soon awake you will from your sleep