Tired of the games
Faces in script without names
Words so empty
And promises in the sand

Tired of the lies people brand
In their memories
To use until the end of dawn…
For true people are rarer than truth
From days long gone

I search for the truth
For my heart is dying to feel
What god made it for
Yet
So unreal
Is the chase of the phantom
In the endless tunnel of this here life

Maybe I ll get lucky
And meet my match
Maybe god with give my heart a flash
Of something real if even for a second in time
For then life would be worth my hearts beating rhyme….

Tired of the empty spaces
In between the lines
And words that never lead anywhere
For games leading to emptiness
Should be a crime

Show me the truth and I will show you heaven….

that was excellent, thank you for sharing

Very nice! Why is it we just need that flash to fortify us? What makes such a small detail impel us into betterment?

Hope my lady hope....it is the pilot light that keeps the heart ready to fire...it is the light......

I liked this poem. Good one.

Jimmy

very nice