Knowledge
Is the hardest
Part
Living through
The **** and
The waves of muck and
Terror that can
Sweep cities away to
A unnamed sea hardens up
A man
Makes them
See with eyes
Stained with black ink
And a fervor that ensnares
Their soul
And never lets it go; only
In death are
We free from this
The encampment was stark
As if ***** and left for dead
In a back alley gutter somewhere
In the ********* neighborhood of
New York
We had been there thirty days
But
It had felt like
Thirty years
Things you see
Stay with you
Become you
Are you
The sounds of the water
Trickling from the
Rusty spout of the prison hole
Bathroom
Became my concert hall
The drip
Was
My Mozart
One learns
To survive and
Live with oneself
Through the
Terror that man
Does bring
To other men
Be weary
Of resentment
Be cautious
Of jealousy
We are all not
God's children
Some are of
The Earth
Other's of the
Star's
But
Some...
Some have
No
Mother
At all
To live on the outside
Of forgiveness
To pray to only the sky
And yourself
To seek forgiveness from
Your fellow man
The hands weep with
The warm soft touch
Of your brother's blood
Each street paved
With the concrete
Of eternity
Now rubble or
Cobble stone
Split foreseeing that
Doom is only a singular
Part of man's future
Where there is
Separation
There is a need
For cooperation
The balance of conflict
Rests
In the hands of
Young men &
Young women
The old
Have already paved
Their way and
Leave
The rest of the world
To us
Where do you hail from?
What do you believe?
Do you see the sun setting
Atop the crystal reflected sea?
Love is stronger than hate
Hate holds itself up
By the universal uncertainty & fear
Of the common man
Plato's cave is lit
By the faint glow of
The minds of man
We can see through the
Cracks and crevices, onto
The other side
Open your eyes!
Breathe for
The first time
At last
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 4:03 AM UTC
Knowledge
Is the hardest
Part
Living through
The **** and
The waves of muck and
Terror that can
Sweep cities away to
A unnamed sea hardens up
A man
Makes them
See with eyes
Stained with black ink
And a fervor that ensnares
Their soul
And never lets it go; only
In death are
We free from this
The encampment was stark
As if ***** and left for dead
In a back alley gutter somewhere
In the ********* neighborhood of
New York
We had been there thirty days
But
It had felt like
Thirty years
Things you see
Stay with you
Become you
Are you
The sounds of the water
Trickling from the
Rusty spout of the prison hole
Bathroom
Became my concert hall
The drip
Was
My Mozart
One learns
To survive and
Live with oneself
Through the
Terror that man
Does bring
To other men
Be weary
Of resentment
Be cautious
Of jealousy
We are all not
God's children
Some are of
The Earth
Other's of the
Star's
But
Some...
Some have
No
Mother
At all
To live on the outside
Of forgiveness
To pray to only the sky
And yourself
To seek forgiveness from
Your fellow man
The hands weep with
The warm soft touch
Of your brother's blood
Each street paved
With the concrete
Of eternity
Now rubble or
Cobble stone
Split foreseeing that
Doom is only a singular
Part of man's future
Where there is
Separation
There is a need
For cooperation
The balance of conflict
Rests
In the hands of
Young men &
Young women
The old
Have already paved
Their way and
Leave
The rest of the world
To us
Where do you hail from?
What do you believe?
Do you see the sun setting
Atop the crystal reflected sea?
Love is stronger than hate
Hate holds itself up
By the universal uncertainty & fear
Of the common man
Plato's cave is lit
By the faint glow of
The minds of man
We can see through the
Cracks and crevices, onto
The other side
Open your eyes!
Breathe for
The first time
At last