Shame shall never flourish among the
sensitive heart, which becomes a new
flower blooming bright on the vine
climbing through eternity.
Only time will renew inferior thoughts
collecting codes residing among roads
well, travel upon.
False regrets soak the grounds clinging
to life without explanations.
A scene in the picture book of now
completes its journey before faces
look upwards at skies so bright
sharing nor loving mother, for what
she shares freely with us! No
freedom can exist in a heart of ice
melting away emotions that once
was pure and fresh.
Time has forsaken those who have
forsaken themselves among the stair
way to knowledge that never had a
change from the beginning.
Entering superficial dimensions cannot
proclaim the authenticity of truth.
We claim superiority over what was never
to bring peace and love among ignorance
or unforgiving souls.
Forgiveness shall be the handbook we
follow and love shall be the power of
everlasting life.
In the beginning, there was nothing
and in time we will make nothing
something!
Till then we will roam motionlessly
in the land of forgotten memories
but never forgotten till we travel
far enough to find our way home.
We are flesh of untamed emotions
confused, searching, dis-attached
from all realities.
