Witnessed And abruptly shot Ministry of pain And society of lust Consumed and obeyed Falling evermore for trust Reason and Science Brothers made from different dust Elevation And a mastery of art Anger and confusion To each to gather as they must
When I sung the rhythm I had heard When I awoke to what my soul knew I damaged my ending that grew so tall Deepness I had lost so well Closed a window, let go my hold.
When I walked so heavy footsteps I yelled my name in vain I sunk my teeth into giant fir Wilting at the corners of My jagged sharpened heart.
When I sat and stole two moments of Silence gathering all around I witnessed a closing balance That took my mind away Leaving me with ten thousand spaces Previously occupied my mind Held now for emptiness No depth that I could feel remained.
What laid me here atop this mountain so : A collection of thoughts Reared of only my dreams.
What beauty drove me to season’s edge : Climbed ever higher To divine what I knew cried.
What left me open : Observing, witnessing, counting Driving my layers of skepticism.
Why did I not hold my here heart Though I knew it was you Who held such precious space For there it was Forgotten with the dust settled in the corner Yet overseeing neither bond nor collection.
I witnessed it in clear view sight I could not look away I had no escape route planned There I was, watching it go on And here I now remember each detail Every inch of every sequence I have no way to erase it I am a clear witness
My human memory lays awake at ungodly hours Where you never let me know I’m not going to play the piano any more My fingers worn, nails are torn Sending home the witness here Messenger with another score To bring at last, to bring me more.
Blame not the recharge Left slowly puddling into a dark corner Of this uneven hardwood floor, Nor should holy boats Hold these oars tightly so. Thee witness’ callused palm Scrapes dry a soiled seat, And a martyr hangs listlessly As townsfolk carry on. Mild wind blows a crooked sign Making rust set within, Harder then an open wound Stronger then the sun.
When wanderers showed me another decision, A lane up ahead lifted options adieu. Where once was a path littered with madness unforgiven, Turned swiftly to a road which lost was a given. Down, through, and past ghouls where I roamed A length I did witness had I hardly been borne. Beyond intents, beyond deliberation I was lost in a path for forever ambition. Launched into desires like a reflection upon me I shared all I had with a widow of seven. She laughed at my folly through havens and glens That caused me much heartache of which I’m still shaken. I was laughing at the tragedy I’d been witness, In all of my givens I was never victim, Save only of dreaming eternal desires. Here was my folly; deeper than madness, Here was the road I had swiftly been given. To which [luckily] my stars had been lifted to heaven Aloud as I lay beneath all these twilights. Then at once – without warning – As I kissed my last maiden goodbye I witnessed what I had openly given. Shared with my gallantry: a picnic in the glen, A light long been forsaken. Here I was dined like a royal brandy-wine A Mister to a noblette, a guru to affect. Like my littered path of madness unforgiven, I was handed a chance of a rosy countenance. Here I was left as if struck by forever, Struck daft by the eyes of life’s fairer. So out of my lands I had mended and mined, Through wild abandon chalked plenty with lust. I found I had seen what’s never forgotten. Here I was. Here I decided. And here I lept at the chance to grow fond of a maiden.