There’s truth now behind, that great irony: You can’t see the forest from its multitudinous trees. Well, at least be aware that the spirit is there in entirety. It encompasses space that time will erase unless its wisdom we heed. But the spirit remains for a moment. A ghost put to shame, and we are to blame, for owning it which cannot be tamed. Time is meaningless, but the world isn’t gleaning this, not understanding this fleeting kiss, our touch is infectious, reckless there is no way to reset this. Denature our Mother that we so unjustly smother for this appetite we can never sate. As Love turns to Hate, Our Kiss turns to ****, til we ignore what we can’t flee, can’t see the Forest from the Trees.
The devil I am already had a pitchfork and eagerly took up the torch. My black heart was pitch, too ready for a scorch.
My insidious nature should not be touched.
I groped through the dark for something to clutch. I looked for kindness and found too much. A bonfire for the ******. A blaze to cause blindness. No eyes of love could behold that funeral pyre but with scarred fingers I felt the fire.
Surrounded by broken screams I hear my mind’s seams rip and all I’m left with is reams of blank pages. In one hand, rolled tightly is a fresh white beacon. I reach out to shake with my other as I put another lover in this mechanism for my massacre of the ages.
Trying to be a few rays of light And a shade from blinding light. Trying to be a part of the solution Though it's easy to unwittingly Contribute to the pollution. By the sheer fact of being human We can at times and by turns And at the same time be Culprit and victim Survivor and casualty.
Hatred. Is it what, all this while, we have learnt? Love. Is it what, to ashes, we have burnt? Or. Is it that we are misguided? Maybe. It's just that we are quite shortsighted. Because. If we would be aware, Of the result caused by our ignorance, Would not we have long changed, From a foolish monster, To an understanding human being?