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a tug
moral eternity
halos of intellect
shadowed by will and want
barren consciousness
prayer kissed
bended knee torn
by fear or faith
everlasting truth
a quantum quest
for the balm
salve for disillusion
foul or fair
who discerns
Is it worth holding onto something,
if it was never there to begin with?
Like feeling air everywhere,
but not being able to grasp it
What have you got to lose,
when you offer someone your heart
and they won't take it
It's waiting idly inbetween
for an exchange
Is it worth the wait,
when you have no proof,
no promise
Anticipating an imagined reverie
All you've got is hoping
That their next love will be you
That their next path will lead to you
Hesitant conversation
Made with caution
He sees you
But not really
You are barely there
White walls
That hold no color
No hope in sight
Faded furniture
Stained with careless mistakes
And a heart that feels no remorse
Windows sealed shut
Unable to let air flow free
You feel the suffocation
The imprisonment
The decay
Words of hurt
Hard to say
Fall upon deaf ears
Your tears are nothing
Time together just a waste
locks
like a key
turned
falling like tumblers
the reign in drips
beauties receivership
Since photoshop
Photos have become lies,
But for some…
Photos can be cryptomnesia
Reminding us,
Like words of wisdom,
learned as if remembered.
Or a reminder of the numinous,
the luminous,
ever voluminous
in every day life,
if we but look.
Nature has no use for us old men
she plots to send us on our way
thinning and then wrinkling skin
turning hair both scant and gray
Once we've passed our genes along
the slow decline then turns much faster
men grow weak who once were strong
minor hurts turn to disaster
Arteries fill up with plaque
liver and kidneys go to pot
discs crumble in the old back
the list goes on, and it's a lot
So have your fun while you still can
Nature has no use for us old men
a stalk of grass,
a spritely kitten,
at play with a gentle breeze
such enchanting simplicity
I can now only envy
as I trudge through
the density of mind
Killer’s on the hunt
Heart of steel and face of stone
Billy dropping knowledge bombs
he won’t leave Gee alone
Now look here, Mr. Budd
There’s a limit you can’t pass
I have to check, with this here tube
for the bug that’s up your ass
Bending Billy Budd over
Killer picks up a hose
There were screams of penetration
“Now the next one’s up your nose”
Training wheels seem funny
That’s just a joke; I’m laughing too
Locking pliers on your nuts
is that fun for you?
Strange music
from the wayside shrine,
the wind.
The wind at prayer,
'tis in the mind,
creative brain;
mankind.
Belief in devils, gods
and kings,
all kinds of things;
mankind.
Dare devil deeds
and sudden wars
misunderstandings;
mankind.
Polluted forests,
human waste
fills all the waterways,
rots vegetation, blind;
mankind.
Dreamed Utopias,
when our earth is one,
soon to be gone;
mankind.
Canto Ten ~ In a citadel of unparalleled antiquity a new player is introduced.
It hides within an immaculate cloak, nature unrevealed. Not necessarily human, he is man like in appearance and darkly mysterious.
Inside the immense and unblemished room, he searches in an ancient Seer for information of his coming Lord. Within the oddly flowing orb upon the ground we watch the events at the beginning of our tale from a different perspective.