Sunday, March 14, 2010

The Reformed

A Blue horizon
A Flaming sun
Your skin is burning
Yet, you're returning

No choices exist
It was fateful to persist
Through the lies and deceit
And become your own defeat

All rivers have been Dried
By greeds undenied
Transform such despair
It's time for your share

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Smell of Homeless

Within the city lies a station
Harmonically there live, emotions therein
It smells of homeless and frustration
Don't ask me why, behold your kin

Within the station lies a truth
It's quite uneasy to perceive
The system slowly steals your youth
You've sold your soul to paper, green

Within the truth exists a chest
What it contains i can't betray
To never know, it may be best
For it may lead you into fray

Breathe in
Reach out
Reach in
Breath out