in that state...

in that state...
if i shall tell the tale
in the waling sound of rage
to begin by the birth of a
child,born in a cage,skin
covered by the blood of a
mother whose presence of her
soul,is already in heaven.

drums of a beating heart of a
new warrior,life expectancy
imprisoned by fate,that child
without a mother shall rule
a kingdom of twisted minds
of man,who lust for glory
by all means of a bloody
war,were monuments of humanity
become nothing but a waste land.

while society is trapped in a
song of anarchy and chaos,that
moment of silence,when fear
consumes the heart that sees
hope in the future of humanity.

as what we teach is a reflection
of shaping the next generation,to
years to come...as the new born
takes the first breath to challenges
that many of us fear.  

as i choose to dwell in darkness...
eyes closed in a deeper,sleeper of
calmness in the state of meditation
thoughts as navigation's to my
destination of logic and reason...