I go back to that precious place on the lake
The hill overlooking the world
A tranquil perspective
Where peace of mind can be secured
But we cannot sit here forever
No matter how hard we try
We always have to descend back down
To a world full of angst
A world congested with immoral moral compasses
But even just a few hours spent
With a view such as this, I wonder....
That maybe.....
Just maybe...........
We are closer to heaven than we recognize
With the sun setting behind the rolling hill
And silhouettes lengthening behind us
Looking into the ideal
At the mouth of this cave
We unearth what is real…
Subjects still imprisoned by their own ignorance
With the glimmering warmth of a fictitious blaze
From the deceptive flames of a fabricated fire
Faintly whispering up against their backs
The puppeteers' handiwork betrays them
Splattering superficial illusions
Along a dull ill-defined canvas
Becoming aware of their elusive scheme
We broke from the inhibiting chains
Liberating our confiscated minds
We deplored the fraudulent portrayals on the wall
Abandoning these projected shadows
We emerged from this somber fallacy
Bringing to light
A consequential validity....
Mind over matter,
A beautiful reality
A breathtaking ideal
Scatter the truth and let it unfurl
Climb towards the sun
On top of the hill overlooking the world
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 8:18 AM UTC
Like the cigarette burn on my left forearm
You left a mark
A mark that reminds me
That you were here
Reminds me of a time
When the colors were vibrant with life
These struggles put the strain
Of anxiety on my soul
Lost ever since that mark was seared
Now looking for the light
The love
To remove
The one that left the mark on my heart
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 3:36 AM UTC