how suppose to know

whats the forecast to your heart

and what is the building

and how high is your  level

of pain

and what is the humiliation

and consideration

to the reflection of not even


is in ones mind

on such a warm muggy


when cold

and desperation

are the clothing

and mask

that one might wear

on any given day

and whom

was standing

there as the bells of the hour

were being run

and yet the sounds

were silence

to a mind

of mute

and no hope


knows what

the shadow



is ever


going through


About mistermaxxx08

i believe in God first and foremost. i love the blessings of love,life and liberty and creativity. i believe in living a Blessed life and I enjoy encounters and the greatness of so many incredible souls who have united here and i enjoy the creativity and depth. we are all Unique. i welcome comments, questions,conversations and peace and the best to all.
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