through

the desire

deep inside

to overthrow your own government

to allow your emotions to be slave

no more

to the commandments dictated

albeit belligerently so

by barking dogs

fit not for oversight

but more for intimidation

you've lived

as they showed you

you've accepted

as they advised you

you found yourself

in their image

the quest for acceptance is a road forgotten by those in charge of repairs

when the guardians leave their post

leave the experiences up to us

will you welcome the nectar of insanity

will you succumb to the desire of beauty

you have

what you have

but you have not relaxed enough to slip from the shackles

a gale force wind brings an alertness of biblical proportions

the warrior becomes the teacher as well as the student

pieces fall into sequences which have been attempted many times before

the fun and excitement in hiding and pretending has blown out its last candle

the flames of reluctance can not be rekindled

pushing the hair from my eyes

i 

see

you

rise

beware

the kiss

so sultry

explosive

no matter the time

no matter the place

the kiss

disarms

disguised to mollify

and your embers float about

like smoldering down

elegant in combustion

but

the kiss

this kiss

has always held

seduction

you pine for it until it returns

you completely ignore its desire

to feign desire

sans authenticity

enslave the emotional vessel that is

hope

the kiss allows the soul to smile

but the kiss is void of sincerity

a glimmer of a request for honesty always presents itself

and you give it all you have

but not too much

because it doesn't matter

in the end

this kiss is your road map

seek its counsel 

permit your instincts the indulgence of the kiss

know

what lies beneath

motivation

i now know

what i've known all along

and i'm not even concerned about it

the delicacy of satisfaction empowers me to continue

with a new spin

on

what seems to be

an ever transfiguring

ever evolving

ever revising

self

while the background noise plays its part

while the drone of the people harmonizes with the hum of continuity

the macrocosm spasms down to a microcosm

and the wisdom of the elders echoes the halls

and the taste of the sugar cube

as it melts on my lips

entices me to go

forthrigth

perfect pacifism replaces action

there is no cure for the weary

alone

in a shell

that is confined to the soul

let me just rot

away from the crowd

helping to honor the memory

counting the ways of suffocation

gently eluding

while boisterously consuming

all that will not make us better

falling from grace never looked so appealing

shedding a tear for the youth

combining passion with the fire of candles

this is the way through the mist

the trepidatious will not survive

nor will the restless of heart

the woes of the desolate will rise in the wind

allow yourself the experience from the trenches

allow yourself

not to rely on

or succumb to the fate of the damned

salute the embodiment

emulate the role model

find yourself among all the rubble

the view from here

smoke pours from my mouth

backlit in a darkened room

even the gentle giant does damage

transgressions of a cynical circle ignite longing

less than perfect attributes threaten invasion

no distinct path to action is displayed

no further communication needs to be held

awaiting the death of memories brings knowing

all to familiar fragrances permeate the atmosphere

crushing a kiss with the momentum of timidity can send tremors for weeks after

despite what was taught

beyond the veil lies the will to do better

lost in frail examples of that which does not work for me

although strength is on my side

courage

calamity nips at their heels

pricking my finger i am reminded of the pain

the torment of a silent night

the rage of apathy

lessons of loneliness linger on lipstick traces

left on napkins

wine glasses

and

faces

dance in shame when we play the game

absolute immortality illuminates the dark

from behind

while the smoke fills the room

i dare not turn

there is nothing left

confronting illusions can spawn madness

the rush is enough for me

to know

to feel 

to find comfort in 

life

corrections needed

every now and then

i have to collect my thoughts

i have to gather my words

i have to research 

every now and then

i have to remind myself 

to objectively persevere 

to stay humble in the eyes of others

to allow myself

to love myself

every now and then 

i have to ask the questions

to stimulate the mind

and take back my power

and detail the plan

and arise from my former self

every now and then

i have to see

to be

and inspire

fresh flowers

completing a self analysis on the basis of visual stimuli

unleashing a rare force from captivity

relinquishing the breath taken in a trance induced by the fear of wonder

nothing permeates the soul quite like a stiff drink

irreverent behavior is marked for banishment

the sentinels of the past

the warriors of justice

they are remembered

but their legacy

perverted

becomes an inspiration for violence

diminish nothing

and build

everything

spells bind us

and spells set us free

the brakes did not simply give out

the car was tampered with

even before i felt the sound escape your lips

i knew

the journey would be long

but short

for whom

i do not know

the notion of desecration will not be tolerated

and everyone will see

a revolution of art

creating a movement

with hieroglyphics and passion

the symphony of a thousand daybreaks will beckon

once an understanding can be reached

though more and more are becoming spiritually aware

for themselves

for all of us

we sometimes find ourselves in the suffocating grasp of relapse

sinking further into the depths of malediction

seek not the way of shadow

bask in the aroma of wind swept righteousness

to relay apathy is to call upon your swift demise