Opening verse,
In a Da Vinci inquest,
An Olympic skit,
Propaganda from the left,
Condition the conscience,
Call it inclusion,
But I'm seared unto righteousness
Organizers backtracking,
Steering to save face,
While the Christian's fume,
How could you?
Mock the Last Supper,
A painting of ideas,
Truths portrayed on ideal canvases,
In itself idolatry,
With every stroke,
The artist though Catholic,
By babbling lips,
Held apes in genealogical hopes,
Behold,
Transcend beyond creation,
Now evoking intense emotion,
Sfumato,
Obvious strokes,
Yet the eye remains blind,
Emotions sweep,
On all sides,
The Right is all bent,
Trying their damndest,
To whip into shape,
Their own checkered walk,
And lack there,
Of faith...
Clouds fell,
In my heart,
Maybe sun shined,
Am I crying in the moonlight?
Or lying to myself,
I pray not.
A little madness,
Could I love,
A bit more,
Just wanna smile now,
But I cry later,
Still I love with all I got,
And fall short,
Grace, I'm yours.
But wait,
If I drift from this place,
Where peace and pleasantness,
Don't always,
Win the race,
And love shows itself as,
Tweets,
Just no bass,
Others may rejoice in the queueing of illicit reactions,
Held at bay,
The response of emotionally led insane,
Now lets justify with excuse,
Am I qued?
What must I do?
Act a fool,
Lash out,
Let anger entangle me,
With?
The same snare,
My enemies use,
Lets temper violence,
The same as those pushing through,
I'm not the same animal,
In this zoo,
Anger is just fear,
Acting out of tune,
Am I tamed,
Or let loose,
I hung a left,
At a clef,
Clearly misunderstood,
In search of taught lessons,
Regurgitated thought,
In this,
There is none,
Unless a bluebird weeps,
Upon a rose,
That,
Reflects a bit of sorrow,
Into fearful and broken hearts.
I remain, Trapped up in Sunshine, Drowned out in Rain.
But wait,
Wept with midnight as the moon slept,
Waited on sunsets but the moon kept,
Beauty in the barren land of broken souls,
Where roses bloom in the coldest December noon
An ode to Shakespeare in my early years,
And J.M Barrie who reminded me that dreary ain't forever so look no further than now and here,
I love roses in the coldest weather,
Where shadows won't roam,
When all seems lost and cherished reminders go dim; I'm reminded of home,
A quiet place where candle lit windows shine hope...St.Sinner1
