ThisOldFavourite#1:
Created = 19th March 2009
~*~BLESSINGS ON THE FROSTY POW OF ST. IGNATIUS~*~
(Inspired by Rabbie Burns)
It’s become a hunger, a need
Something I have to feed
No longer a dream space or a charm
It’s starting to feel
Like it’s causing me harm
It guides me when I’m not looking
It stalks out my weaknesses
And prises them open
Finding inside
All the lies and misguidedness
Festering there
It doesn’t care
It doesn’t discriminate
Like silent, steel-eyed witnesses
To an irreparable fate
±
Night after Night
Are they watching my back
Or enjoying the fight?
±
Some John Doe come rescue me
I’ll not push you for truth
I’m babbling
At the frustrated face of youth
I’m bubbling
I’m mumbling through
I’m worrying now, about
What I might do
Or say, or feel
Beyond feeling, beyond physicality
I know it’s not real
But it’s demanding and destructive
It’s loose and carefree
Beyond morals, beyond reasons
I know it’s beyond
Me
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And if it’s not me writing…
Then… who can it be?
Are there answers
In the words
I’m now allowed to see?
Are they from my worlds and my thoughts
Or beyond my control
But within my comprehension
Now I am let go?
Are they now guiding me
To my next destination?
±
I keep stopping
At the same station
I keep finding
The same invitation
±
Day after day
Are they messages of madness
Or fashioned word play?
±
Some John Doe come rescue me
I’ll pull you from death’s jaws
I’m trying to crack the code
Figure out these laws
Still scared to ask
I’d envisaged clear solutions
Like
Little pots of gold
Quote
Unquote
Question Mark
Asked
Asked
Ask our selves
Our lives
Running low on time
±
And so to some conclusion
Or, at least, to some reform
Packed shelves
Of dreams, of alter egos
I’ve not yet tried on
Crashing through crises
Inventing life without scorn
Yet
Instinct after Instinct
One force rides
On
Galloping through histories,
Through bodies, through brains:
One master,
One slayer
Of unworldly gains
Even after deconstructing Eutopia
Still a brent brow remains
