(12/21/1983 / Salt Lake City, UT)

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Within the Riddle, Is A Rhyme

the time he spent was not wasted
and in the average all
there is contention amoungst
the thought of content
 
for the belief in a singular
is the deadliest to your soul
 
and the faith is like a blade
piercing your patterns
and stabbing the god
you hold dear
 
and bearing your shredded heart
(in the palm)
as the thought of blood
rushes outward
into the sand for only the sun 
to dry and crackle your lifes elixir
 
yet your love is perfect
from a poem i adore
 
and it shall never be broken
for within your grandeur
is such missunderstanding
that you shall never see the light
or heaven
 
and it hurts to sing this song
yet its melody is volume
and volume
stretches to every poor
lonely
perfect bastard
ready to march
to the beat of the dumb
 
only the selected shall lead
(if only for themselves)
 
and you will follow
you ignorant fool
dancing and swaying in the wind
 
because you lack a sense
to find your own
 
because another man
has given you hope
and love and comfort
to believe
 
because your strength is nothing
and only the weak 
follow another proclaiming a title
bound to give you everything
(for your greed has a sense of lazy)
to crack your shell
and break you
 
and if you break
only if
 
you will find a new horizon
that speaks your name only
 
not that of text
not that of god
not that of heaven
 
but of truth
 
and in truth
you will find courage
courage to see beauty
in everything you once thought shallow
 
and you will understand alone
and seek it
and you will understand love
and find it in the grace of many
and you will understand peace
and have it without searching
and you will understand death
and that dying without a heaven
is more beautiful than god
and you will understand purpose
and find purpose
(within your heart of nothing)
 
for purpose
is only found
away from all worldy means
or stipulation
 
it is found in the dark of night
without any light
or meaning
in the cave of your being
and the ocean of your lost pride
 
and when you find it
it will not be found
 
that is how you know you have arrived

Submitted: Friday, August 03, 2012
Edited: Thursday, October 04, 2012


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