these thoughts of mine are rushing pretty fast. they are contained but they sting with regreats...almost too big to swallow. time lets the emotions fade, but the joy is no longer tangible. i suffer in a silence that words too deep create. a savaged beast rushing from love, running from open arms into myself. trickery is the fools good and i have had a rich disguise. i talked with the peaceful prophet, he rescued my mind from several times of walking through fire, but then my world crashed and i could no longer see the shore. the waves took me into pleasure and i was swept off my feet and the waves rose as in heat and nothing looked the same anymore. this was now my life, the snow began to fall in large flakes and this reminded me of the peace maker, who makes the snow in flurry and in fury the mothers love shakes.
is redemption all it takes..