The Effect

Hopes hold on tight, still, Tears fall from eyes, but land as guides, leaving a trail reflecting skies, light shining through heights below the Heavens, a pleasant haven of Thoughts in benevolence awaiting, for now I wander Earth, wonderin, strayin mud and dirt, Caught up in the Dead, vice grip of missing the angels once touchable, grieving sets in now if not then, cry and repent for past sins, remember forgotten debts or memories of when Love was absent, times I held back, denying Them the satisfaction of knowing how they influenced me, grew in me, Judas to Muses that Impacted me, failing to fulfill the other shoe, shit, regretting times I said or felt I hated them, failed to give them just a Last kiss and now that life has passed them...They rest within my Last breath, In cold beds where I last dreamt. Yet with Hope in arrest, I progress with a Smile and no stress to detect, contest Their deaths with rations of worth in how I act, projectin worth to others, protectin worth with art I craft, take the days back that they remind me of to mold moments others won’t forget, no more enraged regret, Standin, stayin adamant behind the choices picked, a mind of grease fire under sheets of ice that rebuild during the moon cycling, between the warmest kindness to the coldest wind, from burning brightly to below the ninth ring, writing in journals daily and nightly phasing through scenes of my life and insights of those closer than inside, providing me with the mindset to desire to fire pride, freeze and admire in order to believe and then aspire to finally seed means to inspire beyond the reach of Death’s scythe’s, cleanly threaded, church attire, preachin choir verses, lines restin in hearses, silent, all the time, as they dyin, I remain fervent, certain as the sunrise, fine as wires use for stitches, surgeon linguist, Servin rhymes and now I’m leavin. The end. Peace, goodbye, etc.

Fin.