Promised myself I wouldn't

Another incessant berate on conscious thought
if we are weak we fall
even though what is good is often set
Believe!
faith is an optional necessity
choke on it until it drowns you in the twiddle of a thumb
accepting speech that is only a way through
(another day)
shoved down. Reluctant, rebellious salt.
-Truth is a myth invented by a god hiding behind a mask
.Faulty means to a suitable end.
/practical enough
...you follow?
The whore has shown her true colors
but with eyes focused on the piece(listen carefully) we fail to see
the glimmer of worthy thought amid the buzz of repetition
A shore beating down upon the sea
you are not brilliant
no one will ever be
You could have plugged it long ago
but where lies the fallacy
-the stomach
-the hand
-the rotting disguise of once digestible malice
(what rhymes with palace)
LOOK OUT
Not my own
but we all knew she stood among the clouds
,cried to the skies when her mind would permit sound
Say no and you will fall (l interchangeable with i)
You were wrong about the barricade
we lost the battle
we lose the war

What have you to show for every fleeting reward?
whether brought by guilt or cowardice
revenge and shame
A Pain cries the widow to the guillotine
a pain is still the same
YOU WILL FALL
(and you wonder why no one listens)
hefty words for a weightless women
know your thoughts do not hold you down
What then shall shake this mind?
surely not I
well, I am not you
You are the responsible heart
Fiend the lies you tell shall sink us all when we finally there is solidity in
water
It's not what you thought

We always come back to you
(this is not my story)

I have a story to tell, strange child. You have come to suffer for knowledge of the tree. But how then can you expect to hear what you want when you know you have stumbled more than once?

Help me! cries the lost child to the sea.
She spits out an answer
"And what have you for free"

Re-Write it so I can inject it
and when have I been able to state my nature?
"When you finally percieve the truth I will finally say what I have"
I have lost it
this was dreamt of long before you
thought to
to what? asks the child to the eye
but there is no reply

Another journey I have failed to complete
by my standards
what makes you so high and mighty?

When every thought perfected
WE WILL FIND A HOLY MOMENT IN THE HEART OF WHAT IS SAID
not destruction
there is hope in this reluctance
there is weight in what we say
No breeze can remove the bass of a tree over ripening fruit
But who may pluck it?
Another one of the golden eyed manifestations?
Was knowing all so bad?

When we can accept and still not sink
is a time we may drink and not be bloated
by what account made fear the driving point?

UNREASONABLE
shout those who have been taught to think
(to those we choose the path of least resistence) or must, whose ever thinking
And my worries consume my thoughtless mind
until I close my eyes
-not a physical thought-

We shall keep going
this struggle held too near
is within the preacher of the tear?
there are other paths, my dear
and while being alone you are not
Someday perhaps I shall find my piece
(refer to what was before)
But perhaps the turning gears never have quit
changing
mutable, as are we

I feel reluctance
I am resistence
you are accepting what we must
-when in truth I know not whom
(maybe the driving force believes)

drops of a golden fruit glisten down
the draughted world

You can percieve it one way
and it still may be another
I do believe somewhere
within a crack that boils over sight
I see
how I shall
and so it shall be
(line leading to it) is that the answer?

Hope is not a dying breed (e and a's)
where will you place it
Confusion is not a death sentence of the greys
but a means to something more then ingested (before)

I free you of your earthly bonds
(f)or the ones that suffocate its potential
This is not an end, but I have made me proud