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William Knight Apr 2011
For some reason,
reason fails me...

It says I should start this verbage,
with a single word...
arrogance.

Not quite sure why,
But you know what?
I'm not going to try
to understand why that is.

Ok,
I lied
I am.

Is it because of the rally?
Or because of the drama?
Is it because of the family?
Or is it because of the girls?

Not quite sure,
don't really care...

Just thought I would say
that I was supposed to start this
with a single word.

Arrogance.
William Knight Apr 2011
The drama queen
with the eyes of the dragon's gleam.
She is the puppet master,
with strings from every appendage.
I always have scissors when I meet her.

The emotional generator
She spouts emotions like a McDonald's
She lives in her fantasy world of emotional gluttony
I always bring a garbage bag when I see her.

The philosophical pit
She swallows the ideas of those around her
While playing a hundred heart strings
Rationalizing her actions with egotistical intelligence.
I always think Nietzsche when I am with her.

The ruler of dichotomy
Living a multitude of lives
Not sure which is her own
Maybe they all are.
I wore raincoat after I met her.

The child of our times
Swept under the schizophrenic rug
Left for the epileptic society
She wonders at the confidence in others.
My soul cries out at what we have done to her.
William Knight Apr 2011
The laughter of the moment.
The sudden strange feeling of discontent.
Then...
Gone.

The essence of being.
The anxious thoughts of fear.
Then...
Gone.

The glory of truth.
The damning thought of doubt.
Then...
Gone.

The endearing compassion of love.
The searing fire of hate.
Then...
Gone.

The lasting impression of beauty.
The self-hate of vanity.
Then...
Gone.
William Knight Apr 2011
Darkness
Diamonds sparkling overhead
A single sword of brilliance
followed the rim of fire
throwing the devil's rainbow throughout the land.

- Slowly
Rising to perfection
Reflection of the ******
Glinting metallic files of radiance.

- Risen
Until nothing but pastels
Rotating with smoke.

- Until
The filling glory is all.

- Light
William Knight Apr 2011
Softly...
I speak out your name.

Slowly...
I form words I didn't know.

Barely...
Seeing the significance.

Trying...
To understand it all.

Feeling...
As if words mean nothing.

Laughing...
At the irony.

And walking away.
William Knight Apr 2011
And the moon rose in the distance
As I saw the light against much resistance.
Where does it come from?
Where does it go

The Light of Truth!

As obscure as the restless youth!

Yet...
Ignored...
Because the light of ignorance shines brighter.
Easier to see.
Yet even it contains and engulfs the truth
As a sun will obscure but contain a star's light.

We need a filter.

How?

By experiencing the ignorance
and thinking the truth
filtering the fat.

Why is it hard?

Because it is easy.

I think...

Oh well...

Life goes on.
William Knight Apr 2011
I am a product of the 30 second sound bite.
At 5 seconds, my interest piques.
At 10 seconds, my mind has gathered the purpose.
At 17 seconds, my interest wanes.
At 23 seconds, my 3rd eye opens.
At 30 seconds, I wonder what else is on.
William Knight Apr 2011
A single soul among many...
Struggling against the pushing desires of the engulfing mob.
Searching for a chance to break free,
To induce the life that he needs.

A single soul among many...
Enters the throng with known purposes,
and becomes one with it.
The water flows over his soul and he barely lives.
The drowning water of the other side's essence
barely leaves room for breath.

He discovers the core of his soul,
The single pulsating, vibrant core
and suckles energy from it,
like a newborn baby feeding from his mother's breast.

He feeds and feeds
focusing his entire being on that core,
until he is full yet once again,
breaking free from the shackles that hold him into this existence.

He flies on the knowledge of his empowerment,
relishing the other dimensional view.

Until a well placed negative thought
ambushes him from behind,
and the clanging of shackles closing over his soul yanks him back to the old world.

He has to reteach himself the old ways.
An endless cycle, each time
he flies higher and longer,
each time harder then the last.
William Knight Apr 2011
Let the answers show.
***** the disbelief!
I want to see the truth!

Don't we all?

Or do people not really care?

What would happen if we stopped?
What would happen if we popped?

Enter the dream
See what would seem
Enjoy the ream
For the sandman will deem
the next of kin

For the time has come...
For none.
William Knight Apr 2011
That which shines out in today's eyes
That which reflects the morrow's skies.

So it shall be,
So it shall be.

That which enters the mind's pool,
That which centers the mind's rule.

So it shall see,
So it shall see.

That which flies the widow's heart
That which dies with the beggar's cart

So it shall believe,
So it shall believe.

That which rules the Machiavellian Prince
That which duels the time since.

So it shall feel
So it shall feel.

That which entertains the simple man,
That which rains on the full dam.

So it shall kneel,
So it shall kneel.

That which becomes the setting sun,
That which sums the dying nun.

So it shall seal,

oh...

So it shall seal.

— The End —