2006-01-03 - slay ignorance
Simpler times were they, indeed:
casual loves, friends in need,
book mobiles and ferris wheels,
carnies offered 3 throw deals,
hot boxes and free-throw steals,
all those dreams that time conceals
story books and nursery rhymes
the memories, the life and times...
the tragedies within our minds
evolving into columbines
nonsense, farce and funny lines
taken seriously sometimes
by the victims of the crimes
somehow snakes got in the vines
of the paradise confines
somehow nature went askew
twisting what we thought we knew
pranks that didn't turn out right
feasting on the fright of night
taking on life of their own
every word must stand alone
till the driver takes us home
till we're safe within the zone
enough with all these metaphors!
words can be such shallow whores
selling out to social ills
stuffing pain with numbing pills
here's all that I'm trying to say
childhood dreams have gone astray
innocense has lost to lust
changing hands, "in GOLD we trust"
money's power and power corrupts
only silence interrupts
like the calm before the storm
in her muted, hushed, rare form
nothing's said for centuries
suddenly her wrath's appeased
unleashed on humanities
poured out on our vanities
civilizations come and go
savage tribes will tell you so
violence still dwells within
the silver chalice of our sin
so drink the dregs you sons of men
drunk on power, now and then,
all the sex that meets the eye
(the finest society can buy)
will never fill nor occupy
that which none can satisfy...
none but One who made us all:
some to rise and some to fall
taken in their own conceits
or blessed by what alone completes,
dashed by trash compactor waste
or renovated if they're chaste,
beat at their own game and then
winner by a nose again,
torn asunder by the wind
or born of spirit, not of men,
wise in their own eyes too fast
or holding on to things that last.
here the path splits into two,
here the wrath detour is true,
here the forked tongue lies to you,
tells you "either way will do."
But choose this day whom you would serve
lest you get what you deserve:
the plight befallen all mankind
the disassociated mind;
blind, confined, entwined with this:
a spirit that's cut off from bliss - awaiting every soul that turns and takes the path that lives and learns - Only ignorance mocks and spurns at the cross where passion earns redemption from the fire that burns.
At the cross where passion earns
redemption for all those who turn...
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