2004-08-01 - dear you
thoughts abated, can't you see?
words related, all-about-me,
all my perceptivity
melting down to this one plea
but prefaced by my past
the good times never last
the scene dissolves and fades to black
temptation solves excitement's lack
a stimulant of sorts
the surfer has his ports
each hunter stalks his sport
but I to this resort:
a path that leads to mystery
unharnessed future history
should wrong be turned to right
my roadtrip into night
redemptive winds, they might
cause turbulence in flight
as will is met with oh contrare
and dreams end up in sad dispair
and all around me everywhere
are projects imcomplete
the prospect of defeat
as time recycles borrowed breath
and I escape tomorrow's death
with artificial crystal meth
a stimulant of sorts
the surfer has his ports
each hunter stalks his sport
but I to this resort:
organic manufactured fun
this rodeo has just begun
I'm on the road as day is done
and travel toward my home
a place to be alone
shut out the world I've known
to reconvene with future hopes
and rendezvous with secret scopes
my past and present isotopes
I have one goal in mind
a destiny defined
my tested plea refined
as wild horses, gallop polls,
uphill courses, hackers, moles,
witches, sorcerors and trolls
all monitor and man controls
with vain attempts to fill their holes
that hunger deep inside
that wheel on which hopes ride
that heel Achille's fried
we feel until we hide
conceal the child inside
reveal the joke of pride
a burial cloak we've dyed
to match the tears we've cried
a stimulant of sorts
the surfer has his ports
each hunter stalks his sport
but I to this resort:
faithfulness in small things
a passion for what truth brings
ask and knock and seek
bear-up for those who're weak
turn the other cheek
learn when not to speak
be humble at your peak
reference the Greek
be gentle toward the meek
reach-out to love the geek
ok,
we out,
your freak
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