for love and faith sorrow glides
on a mourning flame of guilt
within the reach of echoes past
a mirror of shame is built
restless in that ornery shade
of beauty tricks of mist
beer tops fly to bring about
the savage strength to exist
someplace in this universe
a warrior tramp explains
that each and every one of us
has the obligation to complain
with voices loud enough to break
that neon haze of novel hate
chapters written so long ago
but, still it seems too late
to stumble into the gutter
of a manic dream that hides
behind the blue lit mountains
with temporal rising tides
but after wails of acid pools
where a lonely child cries
into the mercury of morality
that chants its ugly lies
with vows of faith a book that ends
with a world torn apart
but read the pages where words
of love are written for the heart
here four angels stand ready looking
past the four corners of the earth
upon pure white horses where
despair is braver than what it\'s worth
a violent storm of vibrant sorrow
shot through by fates long bow
quenched by torrential rains
brought forth by a lost and broken rainbow