Real Talk...

Feelings of abandonment before

The very thoughts of our words vanished 

From the equus of our being

The pronunciation of its existence 

Cemented in premeditations 

Of the consciousness of forgone illusions

Eclipsed only the by infatuation 

Of love's silhouette 

In the palms of betrayal 

Thirsting for a unquenchable desire

Hallowing rational insights

In spite of imminent harm

To fulfill spoken utterances of nobility 

Suffocating silently under self induced distress 

I heard it for months in the silence of an embrace 

Captured in the the warmest caress

Of words aimed at the soul

Laced with a poison the tempers the heart

Exfoliating the mind

As to intoxicate to the spirit

Reasoning with consciousness 

Convicted to a term not exceeding

Life without...

By sight without sound

All things remain debatable 

Yesterday is tomorrow

Even when holding hand with today

There for there is no optimism 

Just a wanting of what doesn't exist 

Yet instead of acknowledging 

We've suspended ourselves upon an essence

That will manifest

Strange fruit upon a familiar trees