Wrapped in a blanket of history and pain
A cloth that's torn and dragged through the puddles
In the rain
Individual Story - Where is the glory?
Cascading chaos
Perpetually Infinite
WHO are we at the end of this day? Who are any of us and what have we to say? Where will we go and to whom will we turn? Our drama, our play, our movie, or book. Our life is a magazine with an absent outlook! Internally we gaze, our hearts are ablaze with greed, with self, with pride, and anger! We know who we are and the drive that's within and yet we live on and on - AND still we pretend!
Duplicity, Duality - is it yin? is it yang? for in them their is unity and in us - just insanity
In one mind we live - to our own ends, alone
The other we shout - "for the homeless, a home!"
"We write our own stories" - is the chant and the mantra!
And in them we fall, we fail, we die.
No meaning - no purpose - no truth - no love
We make it our own
and "REAL LIFE" we disown
3 comments:
Wow. That's fantastic writing. It is great to hear what's rolling around in your head. It's been awhile! Hope you are well.
Would love an update. PS: you were right...Mat Kearny's cd is really good!
Yeah I love that CD too! When are we going to listen to it again?
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