"Something I can relate to now, that's it."

Sweet sounds of melancholy came with the beat/

Rain Drops Rhymed their song of war against my peace/

Washing their misconception upon empty streets/

Where men dressed like men but in the form of beasts

Still warfare yet in fields battles didn’t end there/

Turned on the news and the stench penetrated the air/

Burning into the bowels of my nostrils making me weak/

Said the brother to the sister, please stop!/

Your words are cutting too deep/

An oxymoron of strangers and stranger feats/

Her name was truth and she was destined to speak/

Met with contempt dressed in sorrow and packaged as relief/

A river of tears pouring into the troughs of the valley peaks/

Where was its end?/ chivalry died because she had no friends/

True love was up the river creek with no paddle to begin/

With the outcome or also known as the end/

Circles aren’t complete until it’s broken parts mend/

While in the mirror seal told a story of distant kin/

Where feelings mattered most and were hard to defend/

A funny tomorrow, a sunny today, a bitter memory of yesterday/

I’ve lost this war of words and what I had to say/

Attempted to retreat/

Near a symptom to a more dangerous allure/

Presupposition of a solemn truth that wasn’t to occur/

Suffocated by promises of nothing assured/

Where was the soul that beat life into submission?/

Flailing fingertips of deceptive intentions/

Each pulse intensens & its purpose spanned miles within inches/

Writing a prose that subjected its victim to its touch/

A verse riddled in its own influence and was never enough/

Her song wearing on my heart and her mark leaves its despair

Longing for her answer as if my questions were ever there/

A dance that couldn’t be followed nor matched like time/

A solo artist yet one becomes two in the eyes of the blind/

Couldn’t see the steps until we had passed that line/

A lone tune sweeps away the future and its past/

And with it me, my story, my words and my laughs/

No apologies just the misconception of how to grow grass/

Funny greens look greener when blues mixed into the mask/