For it was not the forgotten
The lost
Emancipated yet still beyond.
It cried in open grace
As ancient wisdom
Ran down it’s thriving face.
Ritual abided;
Nature presided.
Delicacy tingled
Down worthy veins
And touched what fettered lines
Could only whisper.
There it was;
Sunlight becoming
Brave, luminous, potent,
Crying for all that’s been lost
Yet standing tall
At the gates of judgement.
There I was
Tramping around with cloud fogged judgement
Calculating with unintelligible numbers
Divvying scale stones
And wrestling demons
We each remember our stories just a little bit harder
– A little bit longer in tooth –
With vinegar to keep infection afar.
And in our judgement, our fantasy act
We search for crime, and it’s partner punishment
To soothe our broken bones that lay
About the floor in disarray.
But as lost is all that has begun
If for whatever reason we hold onto none
Then let our hearts beat madness
Pitter-pattering our footsteps forth
Into cold days of snowy forgiveness
That crawl away as we push back the tears
Singing sweet songs to our guiding Archangels
The soul of a man was never here
There was never a judgement day
The seas never parted for sanctity
No dove soared over these skies
There was no path along the way
No dotted map mapped out
The road was never straight
And the going was never easy
I was never taught vowels to speak
Never held to stop the fall
My cuts were never cleaned
No wounds have ever healed
No grapes have ever grown here
The sky has never rained
Carrots have always stunted
No fruit truck ever stopped
There has never been love here
No kind touch from a woman’s hand
No laughter has ever sung here
No peace has ever been found
This is the last draw
The strain on the straw
This is the tipping point
Pulling out of this joint
It wouldn’t have mattered
Had it been said another way
It told me all, as it needed to
I am a warrior, unafraid of you
Judgement has passed on again
Deep within this chain link fence
We battered the souls of the searching one
Wore him down like a beaten son
The wind just blew away
Left us alone here today
Are you afraid, in your little way?
I’m mad, and the killings on
It’s late at night, I can feel the blood running through my body like left over pizza
My ears are piqued, somewhat similar to concerned gophers peeking about for danger
The lights are turned down low, but not nearly low enough for transmission faults
I can feel the soul crushing sound emanating from the four doors of my sedan
and I’m feeling like trouble.
7 o’clock runs through my veins like the trouble I’m meant to be
Ringing of laughter and dreams I can play the movies I know last two hours long
But that’s alright, my judgement’s impaired with the fresh smell of a falling sun
It’s an amazing day turned amazing night, lovers are high with sinister anticipation
and I’m looking for trouble.