There are tears in the morning
Glistening halos at night
Watching every where with wondering
What life is bringing that is right
I look for care and empathy
At times exempt from sympathy

Yet it seems I have yet to take
A simple walk in the daylight
Wishing for forgiveness
Amid my many transgressions
While I strive to survive
The events displayed contrived

A bitter sweet melody
Drifts achingly in parody
Of teachings defined automatically
That I find are distilled and packaged
With no trace of authenticity
Where contradictions are a brokerage

Of stark reality uncovered
That is a realization of false narrative
A mind twisting taste of gospel
Truth that has dispelled
And shaken beliefs disappeared
With a truth I had not envisioned

Revelations are daily it seems
As my twilight reveals dreams
Of what should be but are not
Hoping for a truth that kills the rot
Present in today’s parroted whims
Of stories that carry visions

Meant to stoke reactionary
Acts without thinking
Yet I separate the chafing
Strategy into sanctuaries
Separate from Joy I am feeling
For new relationships discovered

11/09/2025

Posted on 11/09/2025
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