Buddah MAC
11-12-06, 10:24 AM
carrying on with worlds ruining posture
focus forward and the attitude austere
but the grin sneaks in every time I look up
starving soul awaiting what you cook up
so I made my peace with malnourishment,
and learned the dying seed will flourish still
if that sliver of opportunity blighting fate’s fist
infects the flesh and the blackened wrist
a symbol sermon of a past world predetermined
lobbyist for free will earning, I see the burning
embers of remembrance for an absent passion
new school sessions with the empty desk, whole class went
and forgot why they enrolled, father’s flags unfold
over the windows and doors as the students told
what lies beyond without ever seeing out
maybe faintly through the fabric depending on the clouds
shrouds over self-image, blinders on the visionaries
death to the dissident, tossed in unmarked cemeteries
gave grave thoughts to whoever couldn’t afford them
let’s reward the boredom, aim the sword toward them
poured them afterthoughts which stained the fall collection
move in 5 dimensions as to not lose direction
defection from the defined, “I am.” suits me fine
cast a shadow-slaying shine when what’s on my mind
enters into actuality, consciousness: man’s malady
divinely diagnosed, blessing beyond the hoax
artillery smoke shades fallen soldiers from heaven
I stir the sky so that last moment life left them
clearer than the mission ever was
nearer to thee, seems it never does
conclude, my conclusion, my confusion
as when answers apparent all questions mere illusion
(Writer's Block)
focus forward and the attitude austere
but the grin sneaks in every time I look up
starving soul awaiting what you cook up
so I made my peace with malnourishment,
and learned the dying seed will flourish still
if that sliver of opportunity blighting fate’s fist
infects the flesh and the blackened wrist
a symbol sermon of a past world predetermined
lobbyist for free will earning, I see the burning
embers of remembrance for an absent passion
new school sessions with the empty desk, whole class went
and forgot why they enrolled, father’s flags unfold
over the windows and doors as the students told
what lies beyond without ever seeing out
maybe faintly through the fabric depending on the clouds
shrouds over self-image, blinders on the visionaries
death to the dissident, tossed in unmarked cemeteries
gave grave thoughts to whoever couldn’t afford them
let’s reward the boredom, aim the sword toward them
poured them afterthoughts which stained the fall collection
move in 5 dimensions as to not lose direction
defection from the defined, “I am.” suits me fine
cast a shadow-slaying shine when what’s on my mind
enters into actuality, consciousness: man’s malady
divinely diagnosed, blessing beyond the hoax
artillery smoke shades fallen soldiers from heaven
I stir the sky so that last moment life left them
clearer than the mission ever was
nearer to thee, seems it never does
conclude, my conclusion, my confusion
as when answers apparent all questions mere illusion
(Writer's Block)