Hope.

Tomorrow, tomorrow wait for tomorrow
tomorrow the marrow of today, hope amidst the sorrow
as hope just follows, the broken nerves, the bones drained hollow.

Chasing believe with Osteogenesis
fuelled by your own personnel, fleeting genesis
crutch aided, running through time, endless
perusing your friend, soon to be nemesis.

So you wanted hope.
There it is.

The perfect mirror.

All for none, reassured its not a con
questions unmarked for the lies are entertaining thespians
life is but only one, a grain from truth to build a stage for them to dance upon.

For an open minded confession leads to a strangers mental congestion
death is the eventual home but today's to early to change, to die,
within someone else's comfort zone.

As for my own regression, it holds possession of my future progression
to journey a painful lesson that perfection is just self-expression without direction
for flaws measure procession mirrored within succession
empty without a reflection in which, enriched, to gain the integral perception.

Before, we had already been.

Teach these pupils a wonder verse
an imaginational trigger, of beauty naked in its perfection
a lyrical picture that sets the pinnacle of a mortals search
an autoptical sight that'll take an autopsy to gain it's description.

A soul seeking find of a wall-less, open planned church
a vision to engorge, explore, gain its appreciation to earn all directions
a pleasurable pressure, pressing on the optical nerve.

In other words, I'm looking for the poetical inspection
of our own resuscitating resurrection
something to invoke the spirit's recollection
of an anatomical dissection that gave the gift of the eternal connection
that birthed our world and all its projections.

Licensed names.

Multi-symbolistic connection, for you offer better protection
so stand the front to wall them off, their privatised section
dumbed down democracy of a marketplace election.

Celebrate the collaboration of the narcissistic realists
for the world wide connection is congested with painted slit wrists.

Pay attention, but pay, weird a claim to fame is the sanely deranged
though the marketplace is understood, Image, a prisoner in a open cage
pity the celebrities long range for aimed with a politicians sniper gauge.

Reshifted blame for limited monetary gain, all for a legitimate claim for licensing names.