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
Lost.
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.
Hitchhiker 