magicians,actor,angels,& lies

angels swimming over our heavens
to our eyes their ever blind
earthly ideas of adults parents n common decent lives
with the desire to like a child ever being in excess of life ever being kind
such a time when given a new peace of the world comes with such a pleasure
the yearly line tires my originality, bliss is the new world's kind of treasure
where pirates, thieves,n deceivers seem selling the last of them for a life of leisure
memories held n reinforced to project and define
parts left n forgotten as long as we travel in the train of time
is the past who we really seem to seek or racing forward rushing from how much we leave behind
actors acting to the golden script where we know our leading line
society won't stand for those ideas that wait n choose to not come by
fellows of the arts who we know love n come to compete n despise
not of malice and hate but of the feeling that miracles still defy
but these are restrictions of those who will come to the sea over wich they Will rectify.