honesty, the true and whole
expression of the being who
we actually are, is my most
key and integral tenet
I forgive the meek, the lazy,
the angry, the godless, the
misunderstood, the ignorant,
and the infirm if only they
admit to me they are those
things
+
living in a society of lies,
I have grown to value the
little grains of truth I can
mine out of this world
the reasons people are afraid
of the dark, the motivations
that drive some to attack other,
and the lusts hidden away in
trunks and drawers and dark
places are just some of the
gems I have extracted
those are too dramatic though,
they do not reflect why I value
their kind so, for they are jewels
sought out by others, for more
greedy, selfish reasons
they are my prize because
they are real. they are the
reality in room of mirrors.
they ground while the
world takes flight.
amongst them are simpler things:
true opinion, small desires, empty
thoughts, the questions raised when
the teacher turns her back, the terrors
that haunt others in their sleep, the
different paths that all minds take
these are what I seek,
what I desire and lust
for
+
my life is spoiled, in many ways,
by the juxtaposition of possibility
with inevitability
the assumption of the later is
proved false by the first
one can never be forced to play
a game, there are always many
others, or there is always death
+
I find myself on the edge
of a blade, slowly cutting
the two halves of myself
into feuding worlds
those smart and those willing
now war against those attracted
to comfort and to chance
I stand at the center,
my form withering
as I grow
tonight, I sleep under the grey clouds,
hoping the rain will wash away the
sin
Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 8:04 PM UTC
honesty, the true and whole
expression of the being who
we actually are, is my most
key and integral tenet
I forgive the meek, the lazy,
the angry, the godless, the
misunderstood, the ignorant,
and the infirm if only they
admit to me they are those
things
+
living in a society of lies,
I have grown to value the
little grains of truth I can
mine out of this world
the reasons people are afraid
of the dark, the motivations
that drive some to attack other,
and the lusts hidden away in
trunks and drawers and dark
places are just some of the
gems I have extracted
those are too dramatic though,
they do not reflect why I value
their kind so, for they are jewels
sought out by others, for more
greedy, selfish reasons
they are my prize because
they are real. they are the
reality in room of mirrors.
they ground while the
world takes flight.
amongst them are simpler things:
true opinion, small desires, empty
thoughts, the questions raised when
the teacher turns her back, the terrors
that haunt others in their sleep, the
different paths that all minds take
these are what I seek,
what I desire and lust
for
+
my life is spoiled, in many ways,
by the juxtaposition of possibility
with inevitability
the assumption of the later is
proved false by the first
one can never be forced to play
a game, there are always many
others, or there is always death
+
I find myself on the edge
of a blade, slowly cutting
the two halves of myself
into feuding worlds
those smart and those willing
now war against those attracted
to comfort and to chance
I stand at the center,
my form withering
as I grow
tonight, I sleep under the grey clouds,
hoping the rain will wash away the
sin
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