just a pour in rhyme
well, these from within, as those without a shelter...
word bombard a basement,well as without a filter
but to sense me beyond the very writes of hand
you must rid of your shields, and your thoughts disband
travel through history, and a few tweaks in time
to find solitude, in a simple chime
welcome to sanity, in worlds of seas,
that by every breath comes another,
of a gentle breeze
live the storms that lead a pen
o, how i wish its mine,
but too shallow are my words
for heaven to find
by;
The Black Iris, Of The Luminous Imperious