If I needed a quick fix, I wouldn't be here right now. Fight now. Pull rank after you drank Much more than you could handle. Handle pans with shaky hands And be sure to praise the same God That you will curse for your condition. Affliction self imposed. Stairwells and curled toes. The industry is your excuse And funding your only motive. So fundamental. Elementary, my dear. Tears dried upon request After clutching the broad chest Of a bevy of clientele. Buying what you sell, they make steady rotation of what some say runs the nation. Patron behind the scenes With souvenir stained jeans. Blotches where stone washed But never washed away.
At least not today.
If I had the time, I'd spend a few dimes. Short change simple and plain For a tighter set of chains. Passed on the chance to gain To make room for the pain. Never heard a safe word; So here you go again. Rinsed under the rain Then ran away from the sun; Acting as if it was fun Until gunned down. Spun around to fade away. Way too many jump shots Will ensure the foul is flagrant And that's charity plus possession. Nine tenths in court And you'll get no support. No need to argue the call When you turn over the ball.
And now you start to bawl.
If it really never mattered, My opinion would be shattered. What one shapes would be splattered; Smeared across from your indifference Upon the first blink and the next breath. The next step would involve resolve; But that's above expectation: The one thing you truly covet But never seem to reach the summit on. Dawn will expose Every time you smite your nose. Before dusk, you'll chase Every iota of grace granted in pity. Privy to objection But more at home with complacency, Casualty of what the latent see As a means of satiation. Until commencement of cremation Or the pallbearers and coffin, quite often You will frequent this destination. Circumstance will have his slave. You will enlist yourself as knave And cry out to be saved When you are bound to misbehave.
Save face for the gullible faction. Your traction and turbulence is earned. From what you have learned, gravity will test you often; Bogged down with a frown, plastic crown and messy face. Shining beacon of taste With so much promise misplaced. Sulked in despair, choices line your hair With an intricate display: Clusters of dismay intertwined like vines in disarray, The haphazard hodgepodge lodged Deep within strands that meet the chin And a slight grin to pull it all together. Ties severed you keep in your lap To overlap the missing gap Just to remain in contention But you can't conceal suspension. Life holds unlimited retention But only you can break the straps. †
The new day will come. At least that's what premonition tells me. Memory serves with consistency. Consistently, I have observed your trials. Choked down like vials filled to the brim with poison, You retch as you absorb them. Them? They that harbor your ill fortune. Your bewildered flux in motion A direct result of your devotion. Stalwart dedication. Inward excavation. Strong enough to lead whole nations; But too hollow to remain stationed.
Abandoned your sense of whimsy For musings of the stern. You've calibrated your focus; But what have you really learned? Earned your place among the counsel Yet salvation still eludes you. What of the prestigious structure If it only stands to groom you? Void the soul in firm control Of that which holds no purpose. Law and rule issued by tools That fortify this hapless circus
But the new day will come.
Just beyond it all lies the path on which some fall Because they were not ready. Steady hands mark balance. Challenged are the victors for they know they can deliver. The ignorant are driven crazy. They can't shake feeling lazy But ambition has a slew of definitions. For the many privy to free will, Many fall to self imposed constriction. Their complaints become their contradiction
But the new day will present itself.
How much help after it hurts? Enough to wash away the dirt And display one's rugged face In the full allotment of grace? Pray away what is displaced. Eviscerate it all. Each shard. Every trace. Run away. Remain misplaced. Then rue for all that will ensue As if they need that bitter taste. From our pasts we are flung To clasp against life's rungs; But some fall among the latter That will not reach for the ladder. They absorb all of the chatter; Making grand what shouldn't matter; Standing still where they are shunned Before reaching for the gun.
But the new day…………………… ………………………………………… ………………………………………… ……the new day knows nothing of requiem. †