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there are those
who are signs
guiding to help
you
and there
are those
who are
detractors
trying
to distract
you from
your true
mission
in life

we should
all be so
lucky
as to be
as wise
in human
perfection
as the world
would have
us believe
we are to be

when a great
tragedy
befalls
a person's life
they are left
with a questioning
spirit
and a faith
that needs
re-affirmed
and replace
the fear
that every day
of every year
another tear
will be shed

there is no ugly
in the world
ugliness
is only
what you see
out of your own eyes

your dark shadow
disguised
a tired lie
that threatens
to darken
all of our skies

what
would you rather?
i dather?
and pretend
i am to be
what only
you want
to make of me
world?

i've never
once heard
such teeth
chatter
in the shattering
darkness
that enfolded
my life
when the evil
churn
a stern
hand
overturned

we see
who remains
under the stones

i've never
claimed perfection
only a slow
progress
out of my
personal hell

you who sit
in mighty thrones
cast your
stone
to the God
you think
is your very own

mine asks
for tolerance
and forgiveness
not a continual
tyrannic
trance dance
across
one coast
to the other

chanting
your spiritual
cleansing
hypocritical
hearts
that are never
torn apart
by the thick
walls of illusion
that you place
so in front
of your steps
and stones
you throw
i hurl
them back
in disgust
and ask
my God
only
in trust
to enfold
me with
his angelic wings
and fly
in the sky
that is free
from the oppression
and fate
the world
can escape
and let
the fall
begin
to shed
it's skin
around me

it's no sin
to be angry
only to stay
within
the confines
of the tomb
where the evil
womb
waits
to suck
us all
in

definition
thin
skating
around
dancing
in the cloud
of dust
and bones

what disgust
must
be left
of the
false
prophets

the bell
silently
rings

the
children
swirl
and twirl
around
what's
left
of
the
kings
thorny
throne
on earth

it's engraved
in stone
we go
but never
alone

every fall
the earth
sheds
it's
partridge
feathers
and reveals
the color
all
exists
as
one
bland
tune
a
bad
apple
in
hand
two
birds
in the bush
a bat
on the wall
i continue
this crawl
to God
as my duty
in life
it calls
if i fall
i fall alone
and you
who sit
in sideswept
spiritual
dreams
can often
try
to come
between
me
and the spirit
that awakens
when all
is taken
from life

strip
them
away
the walls
that
impart
your God
from
mine

we
are
the
same

Here We Are Now