Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Illuminated eyes burn through

The reflection of an encased

Prison of influence.

That of elevated sensational


That of a collective synergy with

All perceptions born of a certain


That of woman.

Woman that breathes,

Woman that dreams,

Woman that becomes the Earth.

Shadowed beings hover with out-stretched

Limbs, clutching to the

Journey of an innocent thirst.

The following rendez-vous

Is obscured by layers of

Molecular essence,

Gliding through hemispheres

Divided only by command

Of thought, enhanced

Only by the breath of music,

Perceived only

Through the knowledge

Beyond touch.

Suspended under the light

Of diamond encrusted

Thought, an engraved

Impression laces reality

Unto a sonic ground

Orchestrated within a

Tortured performance.

The hour of recognition

Is surpassed only by

The denial of time,

Pulsating rhythmically

To the demands of once


Tongues of Confidence.

Languages leading us to despair.

Phrases plucked from generations of thought,

Thought not yet adorned.

Experience being so sparse allows no judge

Of the futile expressions to be guillotined by ignorance.

Unheard exclamations of connected concepts

Abuse the intellect of silence.

The atmosphere is broken by continuous obsessions

Of self, leaving open only the opportunity to bask

In artificial lighting,

Darkening the universal being of indulgence,

Squandering the language gifted to us all

To elevate the perception of human intellect,

One is drowned by the continual revilement of our tongue.

Entering the banality of undiscovered participation

One resides with tranquility in a bath of apathy,

Clutching to the ideal of revolution.

One searches the revolution to find only parched remnants

Of our belief.

One can merely stand tall beneath the dermic layers of history

To withstand the wrath of our times.