Walking the Roman Roads
Darkened mist uniting the young and old
A scared silence with an eerie wind
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I am the carpenter of my own thoughts,
And a doctor to my own heart.
I am the priest of my own soul,
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My Tears reborn.
Sadness weaved in the fabric of my bone.
I am Alone, A king without a Throne.
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When the Drunken shadows echo my demise
I shall rise
When the clouds of doubt darkens my rainbow
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When the loud trumpet lies
And the slithering mist usher our souls demise
A chameleon claims the eagle flag as his right
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My Last Letter to Erica:
Erica I love you,
But I have so much to say.
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A Letter to Erica:
How can I embrace you?
When we are ripped apart by oceans of tears.
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Walking In Jerusalem
Walking the Roman Roads
Darkened mist uniting the young and old
A scared silence with an eerie wind
A Yamaka embracing a dagger and the story is yet to unfold
I heard the screams, thuds and booms
Shadows melting as cousins bleed in an entwining stream
I felt ambivalent without a care
As I walked between bodies laid in despair
.....We all been here before.
So I walked to the Golden Dome
To a sight of a man picking his own thorns
He stopped me to declare
I am a Christian, Muslim and a Jew
I came to see if the stories I heard are true
I thought the scriptures are crystal clear
Don't kill your brothers and sisters
Cherish the earth and sun with what you hold dear
But all I have seen is hatred and fear
The Earth in Mourning and the sun is a shadow of her peers
I stopped the wise stranger
But could not fight back the bitter tears
Who are you I asked?
A thunderous cloud declares. He is Isa the messiah and his second coming is near.