Noon whispers

Whispers at noon; with Gray sky's and black rivers flooding the room.

Eyes are being blinded with dreams laced with silver linings are not ready

To be read by fool's.

These are the words of life from the deliver written at high noon.

Conjured words from; the unseen that live underneath the place of man's dark gloom.

This unsteady place were the gravity is heavy, we find peace; sliced through the dark

Like a machete some think they know the game, but they play incorrectly.

the walk that they walk its schetchy,Fussing about the things that seems pretty petty.

The whispers turn to crys; with pain and passion felt deep into Athens.

Absence from the essence grows into a human infloresce.

Justice for the present; resins of the most holy spirit are walking with us:

Luminescencet reflections seem so real.

But feel; feel what is inside, it's the light and flesh together, they coincide.

We're matter meets power; energy they both collide.

The flesh is dead only mind survives; survivors of Eden.

The credence has a cadence of one small statement.

Believe, and on him we must cleave;it is because of him;

We all breath in foreign flames of infinite fire: linked together,

Hardwired to the source; the Sun standing on the banks of the river Jordon.

Guns filled with rounds of unique sounds,

pounds down onto our crowns; get what we need from the planet then bounce.

basic instructions before leaving earth; immersed, traversed across everything.

Young king; in the kingdom living the mission.

Wisdom wisps away; brightening the day, immune imputed with

Whispers that fingered the sinister; at noon.

With gray sky's and black rivers that flood the room.

Black Hemmingway  2013©

Whispers at noon.