All it is

Its all hidden meaning and innuendo
All covert ops and crescendo, deafening the night,
a blunt blade that dulls the knife.
The pain, a mask.
The words, silent atomic blasts.

Its all vortex and no core
All black hole, hollow soul.
All future tenses but no tomorrows.
It s weight elusive,
The choice is always mutually exclusive.

Its all lines in the sand, walls built to fall
All talk. All pretense.
Roads paved with good intentions
Surpassing all past limitations
Lost in existence

Its all memory and no ties
That bind. Its all in the mind.
A mine field of emotions.
A kill switch with an emotional glitch
Detached and hanging from your lips.

Its all well placed tears and well versed fears
It’s a masterpiece when it appears
All the glamor fades with the years
And the art of a second becomes
The annihilation of a decade.

Its always abridged, distorted or bent
It comes in the form of manuscripts and ancient texts
As poems and all of hope that can manifest
Tried and tested to be the best,
The seed need but be planted and it will do the rest.

The white that dims even darkness with its light
Human nature shining bright.