The last rung of hope torn from lessons forsaken is nearly out of reach.
Our masks flung overboard float mockingly as we reveal what truly lay beneath.

I locked all fantasies long ago in 1 tightly crammed corner of my mind.
Some Siren procured the key then sang about every intimate detail she could
find.

A wistful sigh escapes my chest as court adjourns inside my now sullied soul.
I’m giving all those little clandestine moments back you so fraudulently
sold.

No jury could convict on the charges you’ve so heinously wrought against my
heart terminally.
In the wise eyes of the Most High I’m only guilty of loving life
indiscriminately.

There’s nothing wrong with having a slightly haphazard approach when one’s
seeking pleasure.
Don’t rule in favor of common methodology if the hunt leans toward a fleeting
endeavor.

Without caution I’m often lost in a dog-spin chasing my own tail barking at
trees & shadows.
When I proceed focused resistance is hopeless, I’m the spawn of African Queens
and Pharaohs.

It’s like the difference between Carrows and a home cooked meal from Big-Mama.
Imagine a dazzling sunny day in Oakland, California, free from any faulty gun drama.

Dreams can come true but some aren’t recognized by the dreamer as such.
My noble swagger allows me to gather more than a fair share of her gentlest touch.

Perhaps the last day upon ones knees the truth shall finally escape its cell.
Con artist extraordinaire turned Angel hoping to avoid a fiery fate in hell.

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Thank you 2KidsMom & Dragoness.

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Thank you Terri720

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