art, my soul longing to connect and depart to the king lost land of bliss and pure happiness... where kindness cures souls, to love is to care, beauty, we’ll stare. Rather here we compare, broken in our own nightmare, frozen, unspoken, where we tare our own scars not even aware to our chaos called anger, depression we bare. The only way to repair, is to say and to talk not stay standing still in our own bloody nightmares. Talk about our turmoil and end this game we play with ourselves, solitaire. Clear our minds from these impaired broken seeds of so called greed and suffering. What we need in hopes not to bleed, is to visit the lost land of freed souls, that keyed in good choices by freeing their voices, open souls who’d rather succeed than have their demons mislead them to their forever eternal home with only sadness to bare with their lost blank stares...