Worldly View

Restructured sentiment

Growing from a black hole

Disembodied moments

Speak directly to my soul

Upper-crust malice

Always trickles down


misinterpreted apologies


Feed them to the hounds


Soundless nights

In a foghorn sea

Darkened lighthouses

Direct and guide me

Ramblings of a madman

Straight from the heart

Easy to dismiss

But still a form of art

Staring at your enemies

As they pass you in the fray

Threatening looks

Warn to stay away

This is a territory

Riddled with mystique

Sometimes unfortunate

But often times unique

I guess the key is patience


And just a touch of luck 


And I find that on occasion


It's worth walking through the muck