Thursday, June 15, 2006
The Fight For Reality (Revised)
Puddles inconsistent with love everlasting,
Not knowing what I’m saying,
All means something.
One with permanent residence.
What we are,
A perfect sense of reality.
As do the fingers that record them.
Not appreciation that is being searched for.
But instead an understanding;
An understanding not from others,
But from myself.
Ice quickly melting away,
Drip, drip, drip...
Stealing the pigment
A blood red soul now pink.
My heart caught afire,
Ignited by his love,
Constantly searching for fuel,
Salvaging every last stick of a compliment
Every dry branch stemming from my memory
trying to ignore a cloudy sky,
One casting shadows for secrets to hide.
Even this love cannot save my being.
An escape wanted—attainable
This escape wanted—forbidden.
Where has it gone?
Wondering what is better,
Ignorance or truth?
But there is no question if one surpasses ignorance;
A healthy mind does not run towards the starting line-
nor can it;
for the race begins with a gun shot—an explosive birth of bullet and being
neither of which can return to the womb,
lest they'd drown in placental ignorance.