An unfamiliar imbalance has sunken into the very being of my existence
Sluggish and slow, the twenty-four hour days repeat themselves
and I feel the imbalance continue to grow...
Creativity and emotions bubble to the surface of my mind
whirlwinds of interlacing thoughts and ideas yet to be formed into stories
worlds exist within my mind,
slowly evolving, growing, living, breathing on their own
But tethered am I to the world of imbalance
where red skies and black ground damper the life within
concrete creations and false purposes that provides printed success
Tethered am I to the world of imbalance
where greedy pigs squeal and splash until they get their way
evolved to wear suits, and leave the squalor to the poor
Tethered am I to the world of imbalance
where a false savior excused future sins
but offers no solace to those whom the sinners wronged
But,
against a darkness wearing my own face
against tyrants who control my life
against every defeat wrought by my mistakes
I still stand, a legacy of lessons at my back, and an immeasurable amount of teachers ahead
Despite the mud in which I travel so slowly through
my feet carry me forward, the weight of my world on my shoulders
This is my journey, an epic told by whimsical poems
my face is not one of a crowd
but a symbol at the forefront of the army that is my passion
soldiers brought to life by the stroke of a key that fight for me
Words are my weapon and I will not be silenced.
c.d.l.
8/20/13
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 8:02 AM UTC
An unfamiliar imbalance has sunken into the very being of my existence
Sluggish and slow, the twenty-four hour days repeat themselves
and I feel the imbalance continue to grow...
Creativity and emotions bubble to the surface of my mind
whirlwinds of interlacing thoughts and ideas yet to be formed into stories
worlds exist within my mind,
slowly evolving, growing, living, breathing on their own
But tethered am I to the world of imbalance
where red skies and black ground damper the life within
concrete creations and false purposes that provides printed success
Tethered am I to the world of imbalance
where greedy pigs squeal and splash until they get their way
evolved to wear suits, and leave the squalor to the poor
Tethered am I to the world of imbalance
where a false savior excused future sins
but offers no solace to those whom the sinners wronged
But,
against a darkness wearing my own face
against tyrants who control my life
against every defeat wrought by my mistakes
I still stand, a legacy of lessons at my back, and an immeasurable amount of teachers ahead
Despite the mud in which I travel so slowly through
my feet carry me forward, the weight of my world on my shoulders
This is my journey, an epic told by whimsical poems
my face is not one of a crowd
but a symbol at the forefront of the army that is my passion
soldiers brought to life by the stroke of a key that fight for me
Words are my weapon and I will not be silenced.
c.d.l.
8/20/13
