Monday, November 11, 2013

isn't it a shame

wasteful
the decision to regard me
i have heard all the energy it took to assume that i cared
the validation you seek is within you
not my justification of myself
remember
the drum that i march to is mine and mine alone
no pseudo intellectual false pretense regurgitative misunderstanding here
everything is intentional
and the scope of your comprehension of that truth is blurry at best
 share with me the notion that appearance kills the growth of intelligence
insecurities breed on putrid fantasies
maladies 
that not even healthy eating can affect
spring forth
shrouded by pressure
sugar is sweetest when squeezed from marrow
let not your attempt at brilliance fail
stay determined
and open
and happy
and at peace with yourself
so that it may translate well to others
let not the aroma of impudence draw a crowd
preach only what you can commit to 
this is your call to action
stew alone
surrounded by sheeple
but do not flatter yourself with the embrace of apology
isn't it a shame how cowardice permeates my sense of smell
to the point of intoxication
there is no legal limit
your erectile dysfunction will be the key to your undoing
semantics 
all of it
we both say the same things
in different ways
yet you are the reason for the disconnect
i will not remove myself from the plane i have ascended to for your pleasure
i'm at peace where i am
the warrior you see before you has taken life to stay the student
even when times call for teaching
stay the student
you will lose yourself
never forget who you are
allow yourself to make mistakes
as long as you are genuine
the potential to be great is in your hands
do not let jealousy and rage request your vessel by force
deny the recommendation to attempt contempt
if you can
only
if 
you
can

coincidence

would i be wrong to tell you what i know
would that be bastardly
would you believe me
would you even listen after the first blasphemous words were uttered
would it fucking matter
would the hair of the world stand on end
if knowing 
what i know
got to you
would it be so bad to exhume the dead
the matrix that is
would it add more stress if it was just evolution

hourglass

the grains of sand begin the migration
battle scars are saved for future intercourse
without the stars the night would suffocate
everything in time
follow the plan 
stick to the script
allow no breath
between breaths
pins are not here to swallow
there is nothing to match
or surpass
the moments of few are had here
the beauty of vulnerability
shines
in the ominous glow of the idol
keep intentions pure
keep intrigue healthy
keep the doors open to exposure
there is a flame
this is what attracts them
attention is the enemy
hearts aloft bring soft steps and quickened beat
once boundaries are instilled
then amended
is the ability to suspend disbelief possible
electricity makes it real
keeps it alert
there will be no punishment
only learning
steady as time passes
there will be no recollection of hunger
the worry for want is against itself
stay removed from disease
welcome the ebb and flow
gravity will not betray
that which is will always be
if only for a moment
time is a matter of perception 

a night alone

in death
as was once
in life
aroused by infinity
approaching trepidation
relating to only one
self
consumed by the fight
the struggle
harbinger of light
adorned with words
and thoughts
and actions
revolutionary in presentation
strong of will
the cause
the cause 
the cause
understanding what needs to be done
to eradicate the opposition
the need to be selective 
kiss the very virtue of my lips
taste my poison
devour me for
i
am
yours
wielding but not yielding
forgotten but not rotted
sensory
production
overload
in life
as was once
in death