put my love into the heat
i will not welcome your defeat.
scurry to your northern corners
give me my soft love
unawakened in southern skies
your words won’t wound or keep me
from this bliss
prolonged
delayed
understated
here i am to defeat
you.
so come, inside judge,
give me your commandments,
lay down your sentence.
my free and furious pen
will be my constant appeal
and i will be released
unchained
unbroken
free to shine my light
on a world
broken
chained
waiting to be set free
by those who escaped
the vast barren
inner worlds
where apocalypse
became the mirage
for which we fell.
now we are the oasis
here to slake the thirst
of those without the tap.
come here and rest your bones
weary traveler
let’s go somewhere
our minds can frolick
and turn our nightmares
into grateful prophecies.
Clay The Scribe 