Duality
My life-line lies just to the left
Of being convinced in the system of the deft
Thieves and jesters with agendas of stress,
Vendettas against us, intelligence suggest
We don’t trust anybody at the eye of pyramid.
Should I appear to hide in fear from it? This is some serious shit.
Serious black magic versus first peoples
Underlying understanding of Earth’s deep, old knowledge,
and the worth of spirit.
As of yet we’re only modestly commanding the will and feelings
To alter or change the wheel of life dealings.
So I kneel before this alter of change,
This mantel of pain, the yoke of chains
Broken and strained, choking my brain
Hoping just to remain breathing one more minute
Asking for the finish, open to planes
Vast, furrowed and veined
Falter and feint, dreamtime and escape
Meanwhile in parallel state
My farewell debate rages with tempers irate
Semper fi to the life provided by my corporal real estate.
Order of the Black Snake spies on my astral,
Conniving to baffle me with illusions of flame
Using the bait that appeals to the most base
Most tasteless parts of my creation:
Self loathing, boasting and hatred.
Arrogantly joking with fate,
Even though I know that hope is the token substrate.
Substantially supporting will and love in embrace.
Suddenly
Half my soul about face, and without the other half gives chase
To what’s left of the light, and holds God in his proper place in the mind;
While the right fights the time and holds wrong in his vision.
Mission complete, balance sheet math’s to show proper division.
Positives annihilate negatives reversing a universal castration.
Healing the wounds previously inflicted at will
Through a vast misunderstandation
Grating the nerves since the beginning of creation
And waiting…
Can you hear this tale as I can hear it?
December 2008-January 2009
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