I’ve got anger seeping into my blue blood veins
Letting animosity fuel this deep inside fire
This isn’t dragging me down, boy, hell no.
For the sky’s calling me higher then high.
This is a lesson of life with a cruel world twist,
But no man’s heart has ever been softer
Nor shall erosion get at it’s strength.
No, this is a quest in growth,
With a battle-cry ringing out in cooling night air.
Tag: growth
Horticulture (day 1030)
Without planting
Tender watering
No growth occurs
Shallow (day 899)
New age heroes backtracking my history
Plunging my knowledge into depths shallow
An abysmal abomination bleeding
Without attention – slowly growing more pale
Shuddering at steps of continual growth
Spiritual connection
Wolf pack howls at the onslaught of night
Quickly scattering the mice and easy game
As midnight blue enters souls of all living
Masking horror forgotten – unexposed
To hungry prowlers let out loose
Given to animality
Contour edges of my heart like madness
Incorporate symbols of vengeance and betrayal
Of once and then lost
Of loose soil – six feet shallow
And layer my justice like skyscraping urbanalities
Because I have no right, no ritual
This Time Was To Come (day 703)
I feel a cry, deep beneath layers of cautious steps
One that reaches the far edges of this kingdom
From the cold North where land thaws and turns green
To the tropical South and it’s large brightly feathered birds
It’s challenging, this feeling within
It signals growth, time of change
Pushing my knowledge beyond what I feel
Into real struggles; present ordeals
I did not know this day was to come
This formidable passage of now into future
That grabs at my dreams and eats at my heart
I did not know that this time would come
Growth (day 346)
Eyes open, I wander the streets looking for subtle differences
They protrude like well worn corners, now slightly knobby
I can almost feel it in these rows that were around before industry
It’s like a pleasant mist that spreads over my countenance
It’s painful to realize that there are so many who ignore this fleeting desire
This lifeline that encourages growth like the mid summers morning
Who has been born that cannot hear this angels voice?
Who can feel alive without touching the angels hair?
Deep morning frost that thickens ones footsteps
Fall into the pale morning air that frees my mind
I sit still, very still in fact
Enough so, that the trees become the root of my soul
It is in this little path that the faces take shape
The members of this society begin to hold down sharp edges
Fully aware of the powers they wield
Perhaps the ending will be a memorable one
Purchase Me (day 321)
Forever the long list of needs pulses through the veins of the victims
Struck upside the head with the wand of needs, there is no relent from the victimized dissent
But dizzy, dizzy as it goes shall lead the stray flock to madness
Searching for the illustrious water that eludes even the thriftiest of wanderers
“How dare you try and steal my gems you require for the breath of life,
I have them here to look at and tell me I’m pretty!”
Language invades the concept of thought as it carries slogans
And catch phrases into the night with brand names and price tags stuck nicely upon thy mind
Does the search end in triumph? Does it gratify the seeker?
How dare you pose these stupid, senseless questions forth in a time of such need
You dumbfounded nit worth half his weight in shit!
Do you think you can stop the bubble of growth?
The power of the exponent shall push you aside in unmitigated power!
Animate your mind man! Animate your soul! Find what your worth and spend it hapless
Spend it until your broke, and borrow upon that!
Spend it until the bankers seize up your boat, foreclose your home,
Steal away your children and rape your own wife who sits idly smiling
As your dragged off in chains by the two large men carrying baseball bats and suits
Hand in hand she sits with a new purse and slicked hair
Life is great now, life is all good
Lost in the Cycle (day 174)
Abuse me, like a well worn sweater
Worn down from the gravity of time
Warmed over from a cold wind
Fall leaves, slowly spinning
Downward, with the passage of time
Upwards with the momentum of life
Through, within, alive, growth
We live in blissed blasphemy
Secretly kissing the angels
Of the memories we once longed for
To late, time doesn’t wait
Downward, downward, downward they fall
Screaming for glory, one last moment
Alive, grasping, dead, cycle
A New Idea (day 58)
Growth
With science fiction
Completes my heart
With Gothic precision
Move (day 55)
A new life
Beckoning for growth
Calls from within
The tunnels of freedom
Reaching at
Every last window
Clammy hands
Nervous with pride