Post by Defty on Nov 27, 2023 18:32:40 GMT -5
GOOD/NIGHT
You’ve kept me in view,
for “habit of reclusion.”
So that’s how you operate;
a leash ‘round my occiput.
What good could this do?
A noose to be loosened.
That’s what I thought of it;
guess I was off a bit.
For tether to truth,
in world of illusion,
is what it was offering;
my viewpoint is altering.
All that you’ve taught me in,
I’ve hid my whole life from it.
But out there, it’s darkening;
so please let me try again.
***
STAGNANT
“What is this place, and why was I brought here?” I heard that quoted up there— and the way in which it was shared was disbelieving. No wonder those listening in the crowd were seething at how it sounded. Their responses made me scoff; resounding off the ceiling. After all you’ve seen, I thought you’d be agreeing— but you’re so sure of your own meaning.
Bodies faded and green, not from growth but a plague, yet so heavily opinionated on what you’ve been spoon fed for ages. But I, having traversed less than them and yet so much further, felt the query reverberate in my thoughts. With my lack of expertise glowered upon; an only son in a small hometown, I proceeded to birth questions of my own. “What is experience gained if not knowledge of pain? And if you have more to say, why isn’t it shown?”
Yes, the solution isn’t to curse our debut, but your rigidity has defined you. It’s my daring attitude which drives me to expose that there’s other ways to use what you know. I was a shining beacon among you, but only by your perception; now I am truly trying to cast light on the situation. I’ll bear the burden of your shame if you’ll learn to keep moving. Though condemned at your expense, it’s my hope you won’t stop looking.
***
PROVIDENCE
There’s a
Famine
These days.
Faces
Faithless
In faith.
“Faith”
Is a way
To wave
Hand over
War.
When the zealot
Dispenses
His lies
To the poor,
It’s at the
Expense
Of the
Helpless.
Only he reaps,
By stealing,
From both
Famished
And
Hapless;
Exploiting the masses
On
Shadowy
Pathways.
(Threats
Instill fear,
And from fear,
They return.)
The prophet’s
Own promises
Have torn apart
Providence;
And nothing he says,
he observes.
And yet,
I have faith,
That
Though
Misconveyed,
The message itself
Remains sure.
For hunger ignored
Does not
Abate
Pain;
But love
For
The truth, it endures.
***
REALIZATION
Moments of error
Define my life nicely;
Concisely dividing
the pages of time.
“Night was amiss, but he became Light.”
It’s all in the binder,
that I only like.
But this phase is harder,
For when will it start?
If I have not fallen,
Then where is the mark?
I’m waiting for when
I’ll just hear that good news.
They’re taking me in;
I’m starting anew.
Postponing
An Era,
Just on that premise.
But You haven’t promised,
that’s where I’ll be taken.
So should I keep waiting,
Or close up this chapter?
My writing’s a hint—
I’ve taken the latter.
***
LILA (DEMO)
Lila has masks,
of all different sorts;
some stashed in drawers,
and others more worn.
The things that she lacks,
are those that she sports,
and so she resorts,
to porcelain pores.
You’ve kept me in view,
for “habit of reclusion.”
So that’s how you operate;
a leash ‘round my occiput.
What good could this do?
A noose to be loosened.
That’s what I thought of it;
guess I was off a bit.
For tether to truth,
in world of illusion,
is what it was offering;
my viewpoint is altering.
All that you’ve taught me in,
I’ve hid my whole life from it.
But out there, it’s darkening;
so please let me try again.
***
STAGNANT
“What is this place, and why was I brought here?” I heard that quoted up there— and the way in which it was shared was disbelieving. No wonder those listening in the crowd were seething at how it sounded. Their responses made me scoff; resounding off the ceiling. After all you’ve seen, I thought you’d be agreeing— but you’re so sure of your own meaning.
Bodies faded and green, not from growth but a plague, yet so heavily opinionated on what you’ve been spoon fed for ages. But I, having traversed less than them and yet so much further, felt the query reverberate in my thoughts. With my lack of expertise glowered upon; an only son in a small hometown, I proceeded to birth questions of my own. “What is experience gained if not knowledge of pain? And if you have more to say, why isn’t it shown?”
Yes, the solution isn’t to curse our debut, but your rigidity has defined you. It’s my daring attitude which drives me to expose that there’s other ways to use what you know. I was a shining beacon among you, but only by your perception; now I am truly trying to cast light on the situation. I’ll bear the burden of your shame if you’ll learn to keep moving. Though condemned at your expense, it’s my hope you won’t stop looking.
***
PROVIDENCE
There’s a
Famine
These days.
Faces
Faithless
In faith.
“Faith”
Is a way
To wave
Hand over
War.
When the zealot
Dispenses
His lies
To the poor,
It’s at the
Expense
Of the
Helpless.
Only he reaps,
By stealing,
From both
Famished
And
Hapless;
Exploiting the masses
On
Shadowy
Pathways.
(Threats
Instill fear,
And from fear,
They return.)
The prophet’s
Own promises
Have torn apart
Providence;
And nothing he says,
he observes.
And yet,
I have faith,
That
Though
Misconveyed,
The message itself
Remains sure.
For hunger ignored
Does not
Abate
Pain;
But love
For
The truth, it endures.
***
REALIZATION
Moments of error
Define my life nicely;
Concisely dividing
the pages of time.
“Night was amiss, but he became Light.”
It’s all in the binder,
that I only like.
But this phase is harder,
For when will it start?
If I have not fallen,
Then where is the mark?
I’m waiting for when
I’ll just hear that good news.
They’re taking me in;
I’m starting anew.
Postponing
An Era,
Just on that premise.
But You haven’t promised,
that’s where I’ll be taken.
So should I keep waiting,
Or close up this chapter?
My writing’s a hint—
I’ve taken the latter.
***
LILA (DEMO)
Lila has masks,
of all different sorts;
some stashed in drawers,
and others more worn.
The things that she lacks,
are those that she sports,
and so she resorts,
to porcelain pores.
