Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Sinuous
Bleary eyed and distracted on my search
For the thirst of life, which
Has never laid a vision on me,
I can truly see my lure for civility
Has waned instead to just temptation for care.
I’ve thirsted many days
To conclude that owls are always right,
And ravens are seldom wrong,
So that when I look at the sun with intricate designs,
I know that the moon will be the opposite with effortless designs,
And I will grasp my paintbrush
And paint the stars in the sky as I see them,
Individuals.
In the distance, a mile away howls the wolf,
Fleeting for a moment that danger was in the way,
I cried as well and let go of Native American mythology,
Only to be lonely
And grab it back in my respectability,
Savoring it and being foolish for relenting this knowledge.
I cried into the wind,
And swore that no one knew my name but
Mere grains of salt poured about my tears,
And suddenly recognition was more important to me.
Decrepit moments pass
As I realize I am the only member in this house,
For everyone else has gone away.
Feeling the loneliness and
Never realizing till now what god gave me,
I concede into the wind,
Become a part of the breeze of anguish that raised me
And flow away, flow with the currents
And flow with the sky
Who taught me that I should know better.
July 27, 2004
For the thirst of life, which
Has never laid a vision on me,
I can truly see my lure for civility
Has waned instead to just temptation for care.
I’ve thirsted many days
To conclude that owls are always right,
And ravens are seldom wrong,
So that when I look at the sun with intricate designs,
I know that the moon will be the opposite with effortless designs,
And I will grasp my paintbrush
And paint the stars in the sky as I see them,
Individuals.
In the distance, a mile away howls the wolf,
Fleeting for a moment that danger was in the way,
I cried as well and let go of Native American mythology,
Only to be lonely
And grab it back in my respectability,
Savoring it and being foolish for relenting this knowledge.
I cried into the wind,
And swore that no one knew my name but
Mere grains of salt poured about my tears,
And suddenly recognition was more important to me.
Decrepit moments pass
As I realize I am the only member in this house,
For everyone else has gone away.
Feeling the loneliness and
Never realizing till now what god gave me,
I concede into the wind,
Become a part of the breeze of anguish that raised me
And flow away, flow with the currents
And flow with the sky
Who taught me that I should know better.
July 27, 2004
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