2003-11-22 - Conundrum of Idiosyncracy
ascent to the quiet and stillness sublime
at the top of the flight of your chilled passage time
it's a good place to be if you fall in the groove
can you feel the ride move as the motion goes smoothe
stimuli now subdued then to this you allude
it's a conundrum of idiosyncracy
it's all up in the head -- there's one way to get free
hey you, sittin there by yourself, all alone,
golden cow, where you bow, and it sits on the throne
of the apple cater, melon cholic inferred
green onion berater, hung up on your word...
Apologies. Mythologies. it's all of these
symbologies intwined in these psychologies
a breeze against the ease to appease
sticky stigma disease (comes in threes)
it's the cranium, membranium
insane and um... it's really dumb
I can't believe how I'm deceived
when I'm bereaved of this: my reason
in my cleaving time of season
it's pathetic, I'm prophetic
I predict I'll never get it
but there's faith
and there's power
I'm the wraith
of every hour
till I crumble and I fall
I will climb and I will crawl
this is my shot
I'll take it hot
be what I want
until I'm gone
having that point now established
(I confess it did get babblish)
I'm obsessed but won't embellish
till others-conscious's relished
I'm just selfish and I'm hellish
so please help me to foretell this
I will only think of me
when I eat or when I pee
and I'll strive at the next landing
more assertively demanding
of a mind to only be
of the mind of Christ in me
to seek what's best as you agree
now back to where I was, let's see...
I'm lost in you, I'm losing me
Let's speak of life, eternally
Let's pray for your mentality
for having come this far with me
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