Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

through the slats of time
I peek out like a voyeur with a jones
for more than I know

out the window there is hope
so no need to hide my identity
from the world that surrounds my aura

strip me naked please
I am no longer afraid to show my wrinkled skin
but that may be all you'll get for now

a paparazzi view once kept under
lock without a key from charts with musical feet
marching out of tempo

tormented by the overbearing weight of disappointed humans
that happened to cross paths, swords locked in erratic thrusts
En guarded versions of swashbuckling knees

from the flame of agony come the wings of contentment
Fly Eagle Man, black out the sun that was never all it pretended to be
feel the love in all you fought for

sounds like the wear and tear to the bone
reveals the final truth of a life lived
to signal off-spring the old and hard ridden adage,
LIFE IS too short to negate it for shit that never gave Love in return.

(thx for your words, poet)

thanx cecil....enjoyed the feedback.....