Lonely twisted modern day masscarade called society anyway. We think of others only judging ourselves against what is believed to be our true selves. Darkness falls across the shadowed halls of intimacy

Intuition so it is said should guide us through. Subconscious then may not be true. Although race religion culture and creed may tear us apart there is one thing holding us together as human beings. Love, for love is the battle that will forever be fought but will nevеr truly be won

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd thе young child's fragile eggshell mind

Love will always burn the flames
That ever so stretch the lengths of eternity
Darkness falls across the shadowed
Halls of intimacy

I Miss My Dad
My father of soul
Of enlightening
Of everything going

Day has taken light
Children muster on rivers edge
Priest spread the words of God
Her love for me has feathered and flew

Where are the feast you have promised

No she screams
While running in flames
For I am the one
In which you should blame
She is now in sight
Right before my eyes
Bowing to the Devil
Sacrificing her child