Fame and Fortune

Fame and Fortune

Intentions rise, and fatal flies the dagger of truth.
Here, here in the soft moonlight lingers the touch of humanity,
And with it the mortal sins of eternity.

Sweat and sterile hopes rise as fumes from these streets.
Yes, dark streets of paradise inconsequential to fate as we have seen it,
Fleet is the golden light of opportunity.

Porcelain faces and burnished tears of solid consequence,
Infatuated with the lies of this cancer we called wealth.
And in its place we find hollow souls.
   
Hollow souls, the repercussion of destiny in dark places,
Wrapped in smoldering swaths of a desperate need for love;
This, this is what we have become.

Hearts built on shifting sands of silken hands and moral corruption
Binds us wrist to wrist risking nothing of personal connection,
And through this white fades to gray.

And here, in this shallow grave of plastic sincerity is the real truth,
That within these caverns of marrow and tender flesh,
We house silk and steel, strength beyond understanding.

Sincerity of unbridled passion in this one moment of true contact;
The spirit gasps a new breath of fresh air as it bursts forth from depths unseen.
This, this is the enigma within us.

To follow question after question in search of identity is our fate,
To find the Creator's truth inside our own cavernous being, inside these four walls,
That is the creations adventure.
-Angel Nichols