The Sign Said The Words Of The Prophets Were Written On The Subway Wall

Brilliance

come with me in this conjuncture through a dream where peeps do scream

shattered glass fallen upon the quaint mausoleum structured in disarray

signs of a destination filtering through the mass brigade of silence

let the reader understand that this is in direct portion to the oven in the dungeon

desires of the heart shall light the inner spark to what we have been waiting for

per chance a latent decor onto so much more...

　

the dream continued now enhanced to a ladder leading upwards to heaven one stop with St. Peter...

a swift line brewing beneath the fragile egg shelled memory of my inner gait call it fate

blocked by torment a hold on my soul to fight onwards to the death toll a reason for more

angelic apiritions in twilight over my head marked on a blotted page yet fully intact

perhaps this is the path that Nero tread along the river Nile knowing all the great while

　

signs were hung throughout my dream to taunt as in a frenzy in the night to fright with solace

under the hidden false garb of compromise the God lord breathed through the skies omniscent,

Hell bent furious equated laughter left my being with pulsating heat for dire reflection

soft pitter patter of sandal feet came to my rescue but wasn't nearly through

deafening blow to my head thought i was dead but taught me a lesson to forgive again

　

next took a ride on the subway destined to a place lost in space beaming like a cannon

reflections from my past having so much fun with the inner hope it would last

the subway kept screeching and yielding

their was a sign but couldn't deciphur it know one else didn't give a s**t

until the brakes then the opened door by which to explore so much more

a light revelation to help me on my destination