Conviction

No altars of morality
forgive my concocted sin.
sacrifices have been made,
not to them but within.

of what has been uprooted,
truth has been denied
but whatever sacrilege
has been,is worth of the one belied.

Love seeks courage of conviction,
what would convicts give?
on paroles of restriction,
so still unfulfilled live.

Burial for the living.

When I found that Chances, Pain and Love never die, I buried them alive. I wonder if they need an epitaph., their smothered screams from their graves are their eulogy as well as ode.

Reason and Passion

Clasped, unchained
of no possessions gained,
we held once or twice
reasoned and seasoned,
I rest in reason, 
toiled in passion
You toiled in reason
Rest in passion.
and never shall they rest together.
seasons don't phase like the weather