Craddled in the arm of the broken
A menagerie of words unspoken
Hearing the silent screams of objection
     Of forgotten slaves who have no more

Your strong words give courage and hope
To those whom emotion does not evoke
You show them their true reflection
     The one they ARE, and the one you adore

'Neath the mask of eternity
Lies the victors of the conformnity
The ones who defied bonds and subjection
     Who through all the lies can see to the core

Expelling from yourself the past
Having all your transgressions amassed
Claim the will to fight your imperfection
     As the moons whispers, "Te quiero, mi amor."

With your bare hands you unearth it
We settle for nothing less than perfect
Your pitiful attempt at perfection
     Says 'No' to everything we stand for

So with a wordless entreaty
As a mime writes 'pon a wall graffiti
So pen'd these words, of those of discretion
      Signed with a tear...



















says, the falling fool