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no rhyme or reason
the world we live in
is good
it can be
a place of wild
and mesmerizing
beauty
that enchants
the day dreamer
acts as muse
for the painter
or songstress
it can cause the heartbeats of children
to increase pace
at the first signs
of spring
golden yellow
dandelion florets
dance in the wind
and glisten
in the summer sun
the stars give light
by night
as the moon
plays with the ocean
causing its waves
to rise and fall
roses and lilies
bloom
with intoxicating aroma
and inspire the poetry
of lovers
and human beings
at times
act with amazing care
and benevolence
towards each other
and
towards the world we live in
but
the world we live in
can also be a brutal
and desolate place
those same dandelions
that dance in the wind
are an aggressive weed
that take over the farmer’s crop
and increase his toil
the sun that glistens on them
does not let up
but beats down
it contributes to drought
and famine
as rains recede
the stars fall from the sky
the moon is thought to have adverse affects
on the human psyche
while the ocean waves
rise to a colossal crescendo
in the tsunami
and crush
tens of thousands of human lives
human beings
let love die
hurt
ignorance
and hatred
fester
as we use
words
swords
and F-15’s
to terrorize
the lives of others
and time has shown
that no other force in nature
has wreaked as much havoc
upon the rest of creation
as humanity
becoming (beauty in the swamp pt II?)
i am coming to what i believe
but what i believe is old
i am coming to what i believe
despite what i’ve been told
i don’t know but i’ve been sold
a visible/invisible distinction
& no more than bread to hold
at the moment of intinction
every lie held a grain of truth
& in every truth deception
no uncorrupted sayer-of-sooth
no absence since inception
sleepyhead
now i lay me down to sleep
don’t let the darkness take me
if armageddon comes before i wake
i know they’ll never break me
my salivation, my salvation
take me now or never wake me
southward from heaven’s gate i go
but hell will never take me
all my enemies forsake me
but it’s my friends that make me
fear and fear i do
till death i’m wed anxieties that plague me
you’ve been a friend to me, but friend
it seems clear to me i should fear you
more than the dark angels descending to shake me
apologies for vagary and vague imagery
do mine eyes deceived me?
a doxology of stagnant praise
raise the line for scrimmages to hell’s ceiling
knocking my whole life at heaven’s floor
’cause they won’t see me stand at the door
insist it’s chivalry to deny myself
all i can tell i’m feeling
i can’t roll over and play dead
although it sounds so damn appealing
won’t pretend the vampires are in my head
so i’ve tried concealing
but i can’t stand if i don’t speak
and until the day of the great repealing
i can’t pretend the nightmare is just a dream
and just keep on kneeling
i need a faith healing
if pictures speak a thousand words
then i am not revealing
i hope the images in my head are never heard
but i’ve got this feeling
since i’ve seen your beatific vision blurred
by all your underhanded dealings
maybe the flames of hell are to warm
the hearts so cold and unfeeling
~wwb
the god shaped (w)hole
winter passed so quickly
i forgot that it was night
we keep ourselves so busy
we stop longing for light
can’t eat, sleep or fuck away
this emptiness tonight
need divinity to drive away
the empty blissful plight
the transient and imminent
all i perceived as right
come transcendent, immanent
fill this (w)hole with light
~wwb
for want of my own wont? (or limping toward belief?)
internal conflict, contradict my addictions
starting to believe all i hold dear is fiction
can i any longer withstand certain friction?
beginning to die on the outside, an outcry
betrays an inert world of inherent tension
dismay of my invention through tunnel vision
costume and custom a seamless disposition
is it for want of my own wont that i won’t
forgo this intuition or this resulting condition?
~wwb
