Far beyond the Shadows reach
I Lay My Body Down
As Sunset Looms a ghastly pale
Upon the shuttered town

So far down the virulent scale
Of lesser evils looming
So for seemingly ages now
All walls intent to be entombing

Watchful eyes from darkened rooms
Peer surreptitiously through frayed curtains
Fear grips the solid throat
Of once hardy men - now deemed uncertain

No refuge holds least some disregard
For want of necessities embolden those
Who scurry forth with furtive eyes
In search of sustenance before the shadow grows

One touch of this spreading darkness vines
Will pull a soul from its human host
When sunsets waning light slices through deadwoods tines
Though not since death fortook the once forest green
Has even one succumb to this horrid fate
Of that they fear the most... And yet
It hovers over as a most fearsome ghost

Not what you said
But... how you said it

Not what you asked
But...how you asked it

Not where you went
But... why you went there

Not what you did
But... why you did it

Not when you did it
But... why you chose when

Not that you wanted it
But... Why you weren't appreciative

Not who you offended
But... That you didn't care...
... Who you offended

That's why our friendship ended

Life ***** when it gets all ******* in nots !

There's something wrong
With the picture  
That I've come to accept
As a fixture
Is all going down
The same old road

And hanging from a nail
That too is crooked
And I know... That I
Will never be able
To straighten it out
And make it stay...
... Because it was made that way
Because it was made that way

I came to accept... That...
Imperfections
Are just part... of the bigger picture

Nothing is perfect
Until
You decide it is
What it is you find
So appealing...
As it reaches into those
Obscure recesses of your mind

That's when it tells you and tells you
If you're wrong or if you're right
About all those things you see at night
When you're trying... to find
Your  way down into that sleep

So you try...
... to keep
Everything in its place
But it's such an old old race
You try to keep to keep up the pace

That you tried to set for yourself
When you didn't know how far you had to go
How far you had to be
Before you could find the door
That could let you let you go
beyond

Beyond those places where you can see
That sometimes pictures hang crookedly
Go out there in that big old world
You'll find that is just the way
It will always be
Imperfections... shouldn't bother you a bit
Like that picture hanging on the wall... crookedly
It really comes down to how you look at it

Nothing is perfect
Until you find and decide
It is what it is that you find
So appealing as it reaches
Into the recesses of your mind

I'm at a loss to explain
Or even understand
The way we got to this point
350 million strangers in a strange land
No joy comes from the methods I deploy
To exclude the thoughtless ,rude or crude.
Who neglect respect thinking a few words will fix
For me ...no. Apologies are not words... they're an attitude.


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Ascending into perdition
On a mission of sedition
Where I leave no stone unturned
That will be my value earned
For I seek A lost disciple
Who suffered for a trifle
Not understood by the multitude
Of the self-righteous lost in their own platitude
Beyond blind to the depths of their misconduct
Helped to stand by mass command of  hedonistic construct
Where they seem en masse so willingly to pass
Judgement on outsiders they feel a right to harass
Preaching a perverted compilation
Piety based on their own obtuse creation
One side to show the ones they need to bleed
While with the evil eye they rely on what they read
Written on the converse.. a curse to show their vile
Inhuman and ungodly greed they need to constantly defile
That very same piety they launch like stones
To turn all  eyes downward and into drones
They do not seem to believe in that they seek to imbue
Sacrilegious illusory meant to ..

Bend the mind of......
The...True Believer

So I now seek my own mortality
Those lost pieces of what was once a sacred reality
Where I held myself as less and slowly fell
Like a decapitated mortal slowly I was dropping myself into hell
So now I am in full command of my soul and my vision
For I have gathered the pieces of myself I let them plunder
While caught in some hypnotic spell I fell under

Because I believed ...
... I was unworthy

Now my eyes are open wide
I clearly see they no longer even seek to hide
The mockery and hypocrisy they constantly heaped out
As they held themselves anointed by claims of the pious and devout
While they stand looking down at the mass and the mass confusion
By all that they claim we should believe - that is illusion
My eyes are now open to see they are the deceivers
The tables turn for now they should burn... because...

... I am now... A True Believer.

There is no reflection
Like that which comes from rejection
First you use projection
To push out and blame
Then you try to stake out a claim
With statements like I don't care
I was about to walk anyway

But that night or a few days later
As you lay there waiting for sleep
That's when your mind begins to stray
Try to pull it back and away
Or drag your mind around the corner
Then an hour later you realize
For some time you've been wandering
Down the path of truth
So you try try and try to get back to the LIE
You know what I'm reminded of ?
Those times when you're watching the TV
You realize the windows reflected light is center screen
Obtrusive in it ability to be right where you want to see
Try as you might you can't ignore it
And then suddenly it's back....
..IT'S BACK!
So you did manage to find rejection
Of that intrusive projection
Somehow  ignoring that annoying reflection
As long as you didn't know you knew
Then that problem was something you could look right through
For as long as you didn't let yourself know you own it.