The encroaching walls grow thin and cold,
Senses perceive
But do not penetrate the frail veneer of manifest destiny.
Darkness within
Is illuminated by imaginative revelations,
Neither goodness or mercy puncture the haze of sorrow.
Within and without,
Concepts of timeless elegance.
Light lingers lastly, yet darkness remains.
Soulful memories stand with current doubts,
There has been, and will always be,
Existence beyond the visible spectrum, another dimension.
Mind Sorts
Placed on hasty battlements.
White winged against the neon sky.
Pangs of love afflict us as we view the scene.
Primal duties fail.
While pressing thought return.
Then and now fade into timeless elegance.
Systems without form.
Images without design.
Depths inviolate within themselves.
Man crawls but cannot dance the dance of eternity.
Confusion rules at the cracks of dawn.
Awake yet in a dream
We stumble through empty memories.
Convinced they exist, therefore we are.
Completeness without beginning,
We are cast in the mold of tradition.
Oblivious to the march of progress and thought.
Many lies sing with the many fluted voices of an unknowable truth.
We have arrived at the font of the unattainable.
We linger and drink.
The Eolian lyre whispers to an empty persona.
Cut deep in the granite heart of man.
Past and present live simultaneously in the abstract notion of mind.
The future glimmers...Yest becomes engulfed by the past.
Memory imprision what what nature makes last.
While future watchdogs watch empty shores...forevermore.
Here and there...Gaunt faces appear.
Leering and sneering at what has transpired.
Cries of despair rack tortured limbs,
While many-footed elephants stomp contemporary fears.
Victims of an impenetrable facade.
Parades of dour faces, march through engines that wail,
The loss of individuality.
Today's future stinks of yesterday's trash...blind and furious.
Wail the dogs of the day - as many footed elephants do cringe and play.
the child of man lies blue and short of breath
Life ekes out a scabrous existence on honey rich shores, of azure and pain.
What will be always depends on what has been.
Lofty thoughts have crashed in a blaze of glory...
Shatteredpieces block the crowded streets,
Willy-nilly masses run from pieces of a present truth.
Above the scene...a lone eagle soars on wings of hope.
slowly, the gyre widens and finally crashes on the dream of man.
The Pheonix floats in asure skies,
To mark the fourth millennium.
The world shudders at the winds of change.
What imagination proposes, the scirocco destroys.
Granite-hearted elephants dance the timeless dance...Content in their movements,
Forevermore...Live and blood mingle, in rivers flowing down to a twilight sea.
Empty and full, the Pheonix floats away,
Dismal to the eye, yet music to the soul
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