all my worldly secrets
torrid ghostly kisses
kept locked up
tangles amongst unmended socks
intrepid words and lines and lists
filed in a concealed box
I'm strangled by secrets
wishing I could speak
articulate all those things
taunting and haunting me
some heavenly and wonderful
others vile and truly bleak
if only I could bleed truth
if I had manners that were never uncouth
thoughts that never came from some twisted space
this globe might be a better place
but our world has too many secrets
some could set the earth on fire
perhaps there are those
if we would know them
that should spark some better attire
incorporate honesty that motivates and inspires
fettered tongues should untwist
choose sobriety before they speak
unchained from some deep dark place
uprooted from some convoluted rabbit hole
that space where mystery resounds with bleak
yet upon clear inspection
replace meek with grace
distill a truer reflection
beyond smoke and mirrors  
illuminate instillation
revealing some remnant of peace
unearth traces of natural perfection
expose sacred ground where we lay down
surrender all our guns and swords
refit peaceful existence
score conciliation with accommodating words
remit honesty and truth
replace guilty secrets and vicious lies
escape that twisted path
exit from the depths of hell
four horsemen of the apocalypse
gallop onwards through morbid time
revealing horrid secret things
commanding both heaven and hell
time won't cross the river Styx
like fierce mixed secrets
hexed and kept defiantly cryptic
all those clandestine things
both yours and mine
our universe waiting for the candle to burn down
leaving just a waxy stub with a blackened wick
yet the hungry world is voraciously filled
distilled by marauding demons and hungry beasts
turning wishful smiles into desperate frowns
stealing away every sweet caress
burdening bleeding hearts with yet more duress
we should learn to follow sacred streams
where eventually we'd find droplets of hope
taking us to that blessed place
confessing love and joyous dreams
there is a way out of this current terrible mess
process all our mistakes and terrible mysteries
honour truth with serious love and joy
break open those hidden sealed boxes
speak respectful words and compassionate lines
even though that might seem to leave us powerless
debilitating expectations through our enemies eyes
while our suffering hearts remind us
we are our own worst enemy
secrets only shadow our hidden selves
like mad dog demons
donning a buffering disguise

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