and again I sit alone,
feeling the darkness of myself;
covering what I want no one to see.
I feel inside my mind –
looking for what truly is . . .
the nakedness of one’s soul
brings tears to the eyes of the strongman.
The sweet visions of pain &
forbidden princesses,
have danced in my mind –
only to be pushed by GOD given
strengths.
Powers that bind on earth & heaven –
gifts that can be abused or used properly . . .
do I find the path easy too transverse?
SHEER cliff faces as smooth as glass &
sharp as razor blades –
only one way . . . . . up,
to knowledge and power;
Damage done by sins of omission –
hurt caused & salt rubbed into;
wounds of innocence &
ignorance.
Truth washed bare by the ocean;
flesh & lies gleaned off-white bone skeletons
pleasure only enjoyed by pain
passion like white hot fire
burns in everybody . . . only the most gifted can hide!
lie to them & walk away;
with all your assets –
Don’t let them have your truest self
We all must decide which side
we’ll fight on . . .
Which dream will you chase?
led into the dark by disheveled
angels . . . lost & drinking of confusion – only the goblet never empties.
there is always more . . . . . . . . . . . . .
& that much that we must handle;
or the visions & dreams are lost –
lost never to be found or rebuilt,
the opening of destruction & pain.
A chasm that can’t be transversed.
wil becker
1995.07.31
