Re-reading the path
What do you do
Draining the meaning
Of all of the meaning
Why do lips
ripe with contradiction
What the body makes up for,
of the mind missing.
Didn’t the mind
Didn’t the mind
search for the truth.
Could the mind
unlock its own box,
the fountain of the youth.
of the schooling
in the world,
habits and contradictions
Linens with superstition
Christen the pigs in blankets.
Blank emotion and face too.
So can we try to replace
For a lost cause.
The relative judges
Will judge me
Drudgingly dragging my feet
The same boxcar
That Einstein’s relative’s were on.
Germany would have had an atom bomb.
One more event,
And it could just be the last straw,
That breaks your back,
And forces you to back track through your thoughts.
Having to relate to the innermost potential of myself.
Questioning that which is, and comparing it with that which could be.
I’m constantly behind.
The world is moving too fast for me.
Trying to realize
What my eyes
Can seem to be
Too many options.
I’ll die before choosing to satisfy,
Hunger or thirst,
Yet proud to be,
Yet I’m sad to see
My passion leave.
Don’t get me started on
a systematic denial
And this is personally for you.
Because I cannot articulate your problems.
Feel good that I care this much about you.
I feel good that I care this much about you.
When you’re lashing
And so passionately
When you ask me
When you’re gasping.
I am dangerous
If you taste me, you won’t want to leave.
Folded up poetry in a drawer that is about to be thrown away
I’m coming down but feeling great
My brain cells are juiced up like
Jews standing in line to get cremated
I think this vulgar language might
Direct my fate badly like
Soldiers about to go home, but the soldier
Who showed up late.
Its so funny the racist can’t even follow me
So I crack the whip of success
And twirl it for all to see
Since I’m on this subject, oh so irrelevant
Like the ignorance of impatient racists denying the President
Of little rights, like there’s little right left inside of them
Caught the world winner of hide and go seek while he was hiding
So its common for me to recite this.
While I casually light this.
One of the few things left in this world to confide in.
I left myself at the most beautiful angel’s mercy.
Because I knew I couldn’t reach salvation,
If “salvation” was already in my face.
Fate would have an appropriation for me, set in place.
It was then, that I realized
Lucifer is an agent for God
It is through God’s will, and Lucifer’s actions
That we come to understand our surroundings
To understand those that cannot be understood
To sympathize with those who do not deserve sympathy
To love those that cannot be loved
And once you come to understand the real truth,
You understand that good and evil do not exist.
For if you were the only person on earth.
What is good? What is evil?
If it were not for pain.
Would you know happiness?