Sinners

All men are sinners

All men tell lies

Even good men have secrets

A family heirloom 

In the middle of all the darkness

All women are sinners

All women tell lies

Even good ladies have secrets

Like a larval lamp

It is slow and smooth

Dexterously tying knots

All people are sinners

All people tell lies

Even good people have secrets

 No time for sympathy

Gyrations between boundaries and smiles  

Chronically deceptive 

 Weighted by expectations

Proclaimed the decay

Attributes of the couture crowd

All men are sinners

All women tell lies

Even good people have secrets

A disappointment of sorts

An insane extravagance

Tedious

Tedious 

A flower 

Each petal unequivocal

Finding one in a field full

Tedious 

A snow flake

Each one a master piece

Finding one in a snow storm

With your eyes closed

Tedious 

Is a flower under the snow

The ice freezing its glow

Just waiting a chance

To breath under the suns gaze

Tedious 

Each second an hour

Each day an month

As the flower hibernates

 Weighted under all the white

Tedious 

A flower 

Each petal unequivocal

Finding one in a field full

Each one a beautifully master piece

Finding one in a field full

As it points to you

The tedious wait

I know hate

I know hate

We danced once

Not that long ago

Sparing frequently

Awkward and disjointed

An expression of the soul

A little darkness

In the shadows

I understand hate

How is tries to motivate

Its need to retaliate

An angry dance

Recurring bouts

Slow burning

Awkward and disjointed

Blaming infinite fate

A frail illusion

The cancer within

I know hate

We danced once

Not that long ago

Full Moon line up

Ignorance

Ignorance

Waiting a thousand years

 Hesitating 

The quaint myths we tell in silence

Rejuvenating 

Seductive hope hammers at the door

Temptation

The ache inside a relief 

Trust

Buried in an open grave

Obligation 

The moral relativism of what one does

It was a full moon like tonight

White light reflecting 

With a ghostly halo

The air was freezing

But some how refreshing

Learning the meaning of solitude 

What is in the heart

Is different then what is real 

Running along on country road

The ice forming heavy on the eye lids

Crystallizing in the air

The thump of each footstep

Jarring ice and crystal a like

The snow flakes as  big as plates 

The silence was intense

Like one colored item in a black in white movie

Sometimes the gray is hidden in shadows

The headlights approach

Blinding the dark

The rhythm of the thump goes on

On foot step after another

Stepping on the grey

Then the car is gone

Leaving you alone

A outline memory in the dark

Ignorance

Waiting a thousand years

 Hesitating 

The quaint myths we tell in silence

Rejuvenating 

Seductive hope hammers at the door

Temptation

The ache inside a relief 

Trust

Buried in an open grave

Obligation 

The moral relativism of what one does

Subtle sarcasm

Subtle sarcasm ever present

Even the eyes seemed dead

The unadulterated hate tainted 

Human dignity no longer  pure

A parody of the spoiled 

Going through the motions

Like hiding hell in a preachers back yard

Infinity of seconds 

When one is punch drunk

Let it go for now

Obtuse to a  sole desire 

Shared secrets cherished

Vague memory misted the air

Rose colored delusions

Unconditional sounds good

Turning smiles to brittle silence

Understanding solemnly

Orphans of the insane 

The shine becomes tainted 

Let it go for now 

Ice Road