Poetry

Lust, how the men they cry though they say it not and I have seen their hearts, not their lips, now pray tell me how I have erred

I will show love to the world, that is covered in darkness, covered it subtle plays for more, greed and envy changed by a mere label and they tell everyone else not to judge. Cherry picking is just as damaging as a complete lie, ,maybe

I try not to wander too much into what could be, for it matters not what I am today when time is simply fleeting and already I have lived life to the fullest and tasted the fine wine and the honeyed fruits, what regret is there?

I am the earth, the fertile soil, bearer of green leaves left to the wilderness, the wilderness has made my offspring strong for I have left them to fend for themselves. I walk the talk,

I will hold steadfast my faith, the burning citadels are alive with cries of my fallen brothers and sisters, each face I remember even though it be 20 long years. They are fresh like this morning's flower

It is here, I sung my song to my beloved dead her soul rest on this candle wick no longer burning. My beloved, the hoards of hell will try to steal

Wish, wish away and as for me, I never do wish, for I find the cracks quite the opportunity to slip by, to take, it is after all never mended