*Sacred Promises to me*

She Offers A Spiritual Suicide to me

The Things I was Promised, all forsaken to me

What were there uses all for?

She is like a Theif in the Night

Who has stolen my soul so bright

And taken me from my own light

Can only pray for her changes of peace

to stop this suicidal sickness

and end all the silly wars

she has picked with me!

For Love never should propose war,

nor want to kill anything good,

or to make its own self (love) dead?

To believe what is read

is like a scary mary

who wants to play dead,

dead in the head.:(

no honor to the truth that is but true.

Not ever even any reasons to me

It is aliken to a spiritual suicide.

Her forsaking her love for me:(?

Now a WALL has been constructed,

between these promises and thee,

will she ever return to her sanity.

For now a sacred sacrifice

and Love is traded for lies

all about me.

A Freind says when u care

about ur self you open ur wings and fly

Unless it is Fearborn flight

Proof that

when in darkness unless u can see

inevitably - u should never try

when you see this ol scared lewkin sky.

To be stuck in many nights and words past

and see reality from her sacred light,

just seems to expand upon this fright.

to see how on can destroy what is right,

unfathomable to me:( tis fine night u see.

Scared to fly

Scared to live with the truth she has spoken

Scared to face the truths forsaken,

Scared to face the Love that is broken.

For her critisizm towards me

is today like some kinda schysm,

for to live within is alike

to living in her personal prizon.

1 prison of love - another of hate,

what to choose to believe,?

my chosing to love rather than hate,

for today i wonder why won't she relate

and choses to hate and deny herself,

all the promises she once made,

and the love she stood beside,

the spirit of love that exists inside me.

By not my own choice,

I am left in love and made promises to,

only for them to be buried with hate:(

and broken with the rage of denial

for illusions never said not nor thought,

What to do when all the promises are broken?

and my mate chooses spiritual suicide for

her and me?

For her to choose fear over the promises my dear

has made this year - From her to me

For the seeds sown in her own dis-order today

are not from the seeds of yesterday.

Sacred honor - Sacred truth - Sacred order

was what she promised me -

where these promises today

within this dis-order(

For today spiritual suicide

is offered to me instead,

as i lay across my lonely bed.

Q