K. Loye... Writing My Thoughts Till My Pencil Thinks

The Rooftop of Clarity
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Im disgraced to embrace the scarred souls of downtown
where drowning egos gowned in sin, face freedom's frown
They surround the city while kings of pity are now crowned
but still bound by the failures of the worlds most renowned
that have rehearsed strategies of societies worst enemy
so perverse sanctuaries divorced reversed sanctimony
untill every citizen lives whithin a hearse of matrimony
Shallow reverts to hollow converts first heard as alimony
as homes of reverb abuse learn to telephone tomorrow
but are cursed to converse with even worse sorrows

I'm
Scouting from rooftops
Humanity stops walking
Crawling up fights of stares
Where there confused dispair
Provides lies
To complete clarity


Fire escapes taken by the forsaken, straight to hells gates
Jesus is shamed to be homeless, and God is claiming rape
Fate debates religion, hate enters in, graffiting salvation
Chasing a pegan's frustration, left callouses on creation
Pre-mediated words murdered questions of restlessness
Criminals and convicts protest untill reason arrested fists
Common citizens pick-pocketed by faith and deaf intuition
Beaten into submission by dark alleys of doubt's rendition
The blind ambitions of society forgot to pay lifes commision
So loneliness is dwelling in ghetto apartments of oppositon

I'm
Shouting from rooftops
Humanity stops talking
Falling up frights of stairs
Where these bruised prayers
Suicide dive
To concrete clarity...

Written By: K. Loye

Poetry Is An Artform, But Instead Of Paints And Brushes, We Use Words To Paint Pictures In Your Hearts