*

& that kindliness dripping from acted lips,

an illusionists perfected trick,

landing on heart string ticks;

Does one expect I to believe,

the revolving hope that one feeds?

remember back when it mattered mine layed in need,

days give their sting momentary,

a wound resistant to treat;

the weight placed, shoulders can no longer carry

honesty streaming mind suddenly so scary,

though -

this life is unpromising & varied;

constant presence of some unnecessary havoc,

trample down sole will to bend,

yet,

none shall ever have it.

is their an invasion,

within veins...

a boiling sensation,

fire's radiating creation,

vibrant spread carnation,

mind's arousal towards immaculate elation.