Summer Falls
Turning to the Nexus of
Nevermore
Wrought with confusion
Lost in undefined moments
Second guess
Second best
Serial doubt
Worn upon the brow
Within the nest
The celestial crown
Of So many thoughts
Going down
Down
Down
Drown
In a Quagmire of
After thoughts and release
Bold wind sails
From West
To East
Carrying
Brimstone
Salt
Mortar and
Tar
The sacrificial temple
Built up on lies and deceit
Retreat to the wings of an
Empty stage of decadence
Hidden agendas
Are placed as fruit
Offerings to the dead before
Mental Pretzel ideals
Twisted and worn
Unsure by one’s own
Admission
To second guess
Repress
Suggest
Not knowing the truth
Whether it’s a test
Hidden by deceit
Left to return
Back into the self
As a tortoise in shell
Without judgement or
Knowing the difference of ShangriLa
Or
Hell
Self doubt
Let out
Look to your reflection
To see what it’s about
The Summers feed
The August bleed
A call to arms
Over Silent virtue
Set deep into the woods
Following bread crumbs to
Where you once stood
No response
Only judgement
Speaking volumes of
Who
You are
A variant
Disorder
A broken smile
Without charm
Fear
Misdeeds
Write another piece
Void of anything that matters
A carcase left at your feet
The breaking sky
Delivers spiritual grace
Inner light sanctum
To softly embrace
Relax
Be whole
Breathe
Control
Accept
Resonate
The Divine role
That
We are One
We are All
Do what thou wilt
Shall be the Whole
of The Law
Blessed be
So mote it be
Namaste
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