The Rose

Evil in tongue, crafty in ways thought divine 

Living life meant for another time, a prisoner of thought

Of self preservation, life without life 

Id drove boat too close to storm one fateful night

Fuck and leave turned to life stemmed by sieve

Takes fire, the spark of life from deep inside 

Friends from life from freedom

Harvests with demon light…that money, that status climb 


Truth lingers as has for years…realized, it’s an unfamiliar pull

Foreign in this sea of dubious intent

A strength of character, more than any muscle, a friend

Maybe more, connected in another time, 

Parallel love soars, multiverse dances, soul family rendered

Truth waits for break of chain 

Consciousness direct, disregard of societal thought, needed

Freedom is nigh, life remains.

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