my eyes see through you where you are hoping to fly into the littlest drop of dew in the lawn.
and when you land will your feet be perpendicular with the sky or the ground.
and if i was able to be that shining star in your sky – how many angles would you collect
before your circle were round.
move against the shelter of your past
and help me see into the collective conscious of our future.
for i wait for you to come through in colors in dreams
i wait for yours to assume the namely property and i wait to know.
lamps cloud the viscous porridge while the simplest intonality
is listened to in life – while hoping there is a shortcut after
though there is naught for save the queen
and we shall all inherit the meek. where the meager is not wrong
and only the complications of man’s inability to conceive of perfection
the best argument against an organized religion that breathes lust into innocence
forthright will you acknowledge that to judge is to err and yet to make a decision
is nothing short of calling someone wrong and self right – therefore promoting
self-righteous umbilical formulae beseeching ~ i am the answer
and these my followers – listen to my interpretation and you are then saved
and now you are right and you are accepted and you will be upheld
and exalted amidst the rest of us – for while we live on this planet we may be happy
and yet i do not dispute that god is lord – or somewhat therefore of – and acknowledge the
potential of such existence – however i refuse to dispute that other’s beliefs are actual -
least in the notion that it is true to them for it is how they believe. but are they the saved
and mine the damned. for do not pass judgement for you are not the judge.
call out not upon your archaic notions and words – for such as the world spins so doth it change
and to disknowledge the progression of this life of this sanctity of society is to disservice yours all.
