With all the words that I possess
I will etch in time
The vindication of our long lost vendetta

So that the premise of our legacy
Will not be tarnished by the lonesome hands of dire men

For with my voice I will wait by the hours of spring
And dance to the hours of midnight
To disgrace the scripted smile
That we once bared

Yet, at times I have become conflicted with this task
For the cortex that brims with my empathetic ways
Has lost sight of what was
Once a layer of my deepest sympathies

A pity …

But, still I will like to the earnest soul of mankind
Because then maybe the madness of these words and thoughts
Will find the gift of silence
And I can rest with the goodwill of humanity
If there is such a thing

Perhaps I have grown selfish to want such a world
Even so still will I formulate words that promotes
A life of clemency

~ Tony Paradise’s Poet ~

* To read more of my works visit my blog @ http://rarityofparadise.blogspot.com/

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