It’s True… Sometimes…

It’s True…
             Sometimes…
 
It’s true sometimes I write in rhyme
Of darkened rooms and hardened times
Of drug abuse and suicide
And women who’ve been brutalized
 
Yet, sometimes free verse I disclose
Of love that blooms the thornless rose
Of crimson hues in light of dawn 
And artists hands 
                         In lines that’s drawn
 
But there are things I can not pen
Of blackened souls and mortal sin
Of truths be known by secret sign
Nor grand illusions coiled in twine
 
Knowing things I should not know
From traveling through the moonlight’s glow
I know the truth from lips of ruse
And oft I dwell
                         With mystic muse
 
I mostly bide in humbled breath
Unafraid of mortal death
Having paused at jeweled gates
And lingered there in tempting fate
 
It’s true sometimes I write in rhyme
Of things unknown in extant time
Zoetic breath behind the moon
And of your dreams
                         In sultry bloom
 
Yet, sometimes I may scrawl your mind
From darkened thoughts you left behind
And crawl inside your private room
To wander in your secret brume
 
Although I’ll never bare your thoughts
Another sees where you cannot
To pen the riddle within the rhyme
To carry dreams
                         Past borrowed time

Michael33

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