The wicked wait for me to self destruct,
Saintly sinners, self righteous, corrupt...

Roots intertwine with earth
in my ancestral forest...

A perfectionist persona
had buried itself...

I did not greet the sun this morn
the moon and stars were my keep...

Curses! My wretched thoughts forced my stay
Upon the desk pen and papers in disarray...

Weeks are just too long
Grip tighter trying to hold on...

Liberty Cries
Around a harbor full of lies...

Asphalt steams from summer heat
Rain cools down the city street...

Upon endless pages the ink has dried
Tear stained paper from where I've cried...

Pretend you don't know
Absent minded bombshell tell me your despair...

Hast thy love for me you weep
Lost in slumber sleeping deep...

Thoughts collide in memory
Where dreams become reality...