Painted on night skies
Plastered stars
Nothing is permanent
Sometimes silence seems to equate to sacrilege
In the bounty of truth
Waiting for presence to come
Nothing is permanent
I see you person looking towards the painted night sky
And beginning to feel inferior
So you follow suit
Take distorted embroided lies and paint them onto skin
Polished with applause
Appeasing to self hate
What truth is there in this place?
Nothing is permanent
Bodies lie lifelessly
And hum sanctimoniously to the singing of death in the air
Sacrilege
Nothing is permanent
Waterfalls of truth makes paint fall
Paint falls
Nothing is permanent person
Scrape the lies off with scriptures of goodness
And resist
The temptation to synchronize self with sacrilege
Live!
Affirm life
Sift through life with bare fingertips
Walk through lifelike this
Arms extended
Cherish scars
Affirm life
Nothing is permanent
Nothing is permanent
Nothing is permanent person
Truth is permanent
Copyright ©2012
--Kerry-Ann Davis
Love and Freedom
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