SATAN'S HALO
The bantered laughter
afflicted his facetious ways
while he was lost down
a dead end road
that continually strayed.
Steady walking up
a broken road
that was more like
a ticking time bomb
on an explosive
morning stroll.
Isolated in his
desolate seclusion
while being a burden within
tomorrows mischievous
illusion.
Caught up in the
shattered stare
blankly looking back at him
in the shattered mirror.
She held the
essence of the silent words
that screamed out loud
while she spray painted the
sky blue skies on top of the
picture perfect clouds.
The angels use to be here,
still not a clue where
they are now…
Please O’ Father
where art Thou?
Behold the blasphemous cheer
of the awkwardly undying oath
that the searching souls
held near.
Jumping off the cliffs
jaded edge
suffering the vulgar consequences
of being close to death.
Conveying the raspy sputter
of 3 feet of space within the
life lived in the
graciousness of the gutter.
Independently obscene rhetoric
excessively elaborate head trauma
with voices that non-stop
stutter and spit out
mind numbing drama.
Sleight of hand wilted delusions
thoroughly convinced the
righteously convicted confusion
that yesterday was
righteously diluted.
A befuddled hallucination
that only baffled his mind state,
comparing his tomorrow to the
maliciously bewildered illusions
of his yesterday
on a blind date.
THESE ARE ALL JUST WORDS SO WHO AM TO TELL YOU WHAT PICTURE YOU SHOULD PAINT?
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