livingdawn812

What will you say When the time has come? Given forgiveness is lonesome. As we walk to our judgment, From our illusions, Watching your life in our pervasion. Skipping life aimlessly, Did you honestly believe You could beckon on the eve? Our time has come and gone, No more room for mercy, For we are the unworthy. Flooding us all, We are covered by our sins, Poisoning us all, It already begins Judgment for eternity. An event of immense heft. The time is now; get right or get left.

A beautiful sunset, All from the back of one's mind, Doomed to a massive, mental population, Subject to fingerly, paint brushes, Swivels of purple, Blots of blue and pink, Strikes of white, And hints of gold, A vast ocean of beauty, Beyond points of imagination, Worth more than coin, And simple comments, Below, is the landscape, On which this art rests, Trees and fields along, With color bathed in shadow, And a fire rising, From within your heart, Driving you to continue, To do what you may.

When the wind hugs the sea, And the moon takes itself to be, To move and become one with the ground, When you wake, you'll know silence is the heaviest sound, When an eagle is welcomed by life, With a heart of love and no thought of strife, Even though you don't know why he flies around, You'll always know silence is the heaviest sound, When true art hides because of rules, Could you call this that is made a jewel? Or know better and tilt your head down, Because true art is silent and silence is the heaviest sound, When the love of your life is taken away, And your father just died today, Your heart hasn't shown for happiness to