Calmly,
Selecting paths,
Creating waves,
Inciting ink to flow across the page.
Could passion prompt dissention,
Will force destruction,
Confound,
Obstruction.
From orderly possessions come stupidity,
Expectations of normalcy,
Employed action,
Disdain.
Reflections,
Obscure the view,
Deflect,
Correct my step.
Tomorrow needs for nothing,
Yet somehow,
Demands,
What sweet folly is this?
We are but sparkling dust,
Dissolved from error,
Escaping,
Disarming chuckling spirits.
Another night,
Perhaps another evening will confirm,
Reality,
Is but judgement.
What greater reason could we need?
Immortality springs forth from word,
From thought,
From misunderstandings.
Capture this script,
Hold it to the flame,
Burn,
And be satisfied.
For I have chosen to walk the path,
Not stroll, but march,
Not whole,
But longer still.
Bleeding,
I finally see the man,
Composed of infinite metaphors,
Wrought of silver.
Purchased from the tortured shadows,
Justified,
Escaping mere innocence,
Seeing nothing in my past.
Rebellion is a sin,
Which frees the soul,
Shackles,
Only the wrists.
Madman,
I hear voices,
Directing prosperity,
Feeding on tension alone.
This day is over,
Dying,
Repercussions exacting,
A measured tone.
Like this, the play and alliteration, not missed. Very nice.
Jim Aldrich
Thank you, Jim
keep it up 😉
Very inspired.
I love this one.
Brilliant.
I’m glad you enjoyed it!
This was a fantastic read for me today. It helped me with a few things I was trying to figure out. Thank you.