Matthew Edward Peterson (12/21/1983 / Salt Lake City, UT)
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
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