Thread: if only

it is entirely clear
that life has all the proofs,
the knighted and the spoof
we'd like too see adorn
the corners of our souls,
then wish it it could turn
to stop and say a few,
in honour of us lured
and gives us all a run
for all our faults and bolts.

it is transparently true,
just like a crystal maze
subdued in diamond pure
that faith has all the twists,
from a to z and 10
that tracks us down to one,
and like a trapeze's act
from a solo triple zap,
it give us all a pat
a hand in shake and fake,
and drink us all a fizz.

it is absolutley mint
that love just like a splint
a sharpest, ridge, a glint
which opens up the sims
to find us all undone,
transports us to no lands
and trims us like a flint
then shaken but not slurred
will send us back on route
that's only half way laid.

it is definetely clear
that smiles with a grin
the withered single twists,
that want us all to stare
to laughter of sureal
and drum us up to thrills,
have serious doubt of fear
and so will lead us 'stray
in every way we move
full circle. we have slumped!

it is notoriously known
that symbols in alture
the cubic, triade, stone.
the triangule that points
towards the heaves of cults,
that wants us all to board
a spaceship made of phobes
and fly us down to nought,
are gravitas that halt
then spiral out of touch
to leave us all afloat
looking down on clans
the place where metal shines.