Monday, May 4, 2009


Superstitions keep my paranoia elevated,
only so much time in the glass once we're created.
it's the how come, the mask in the abyss.
I live with no regrets, no what-ifs.
thus the reason I repent from this self treason,
it's why I allow my life to cycle like the seasons.

Infinite possibilities surround me,
love has had a time within the astounding.
changes brought about a world of meaningless pleasing.
the sand's now running out, I get on my knees n'
pray that this, is all just a dream.
before long my mind will change to a fading abyss.

How could this be happening? Spare me please.
"Every man shall pay for the sins kept within."
The match-lit fire burning inside turns to conflagration.
The strange ways of a stubborn man begin to change when,
the obstacles in which could not, have now been conquered.
I look up to the sky, and know my life is sponsored.

My destiny is still the diamond in the murky water,
unclear, un-near and so I feel I've got to;
keep the internal progression burning,
make the aggression be the passion of my learning.
If the final grain of sand falls short;
I know revolutions of the earth are ever turning.

Flows feed off energy like the power of the turbine,
the eye of spirit needs a perfect balance, unlike ions.
Keeping it's self in chaos due to the electrons,
our species has it's greed within' our self-cons.
Material possessions create a downfall; cell phones,
the wireless transmitter of the lust within' hearts.

Composed of symphonic meanings like Mozart,
disposed and displaced like the lines of a pie-chart.
The lesson's learned, and shall stay 
charred and burned till my heart rips apart; 
within' the fading abyss, 
lies the secret of the art.

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