Lady Moth

Lady Moth

(Chorus)
Is your soul simply insect-like in its simplicity
Seeking the light curiously, just to end its life?
Trying to find the answers to existence in duplicity
Implicitly concerned with the end of the infinite?

Today was as if I never even existed;
Smoking spliffs and sitting down in my hometown I now only visit.
Drifting through space, time, rhyme and memories sifted
Through the lens of my consciousness, I and I reminiscent.

An insect flitters in my peripheral vision
Just for that instant; and I transfixed and smitten
Consider Lady Moth as my first witness,
of my mind state creating rhymes, now committed

to the written page ad infinitum to be explicit.
And this is just with what a lyricist ought to be gifted.
Fate entwined Satan and Sacred long before my heart was ticking.
Cigarettes have got my wheezing and spitting

Lung butter and city grit to get rid the shit prohibiting respiration.
Let spirit repeatedly give to me inspiration.
Until the moment my body receives a notice of expiration.
Destination unknown, so let’s speak about it:

(Chorus)

Break my words down to Latin roots so when
you read it my friend, your intrigue never ends,
At the seeds of what I intend.
I even think with my pen and peak when I send
some meanings by word that you apprehend.
These things be the means by which to mend
The offended spiritual plane in which we slumbered as in bed
Midsummer night’s memes-now only a dream
Won’t turn off the visions of loneliness and a lost place
Or last place in the human race to the finish.
Lets not pretend that we aren’t complicit
In all crimes committed against Earth, we slipped admit it,
But equipped and gifted and when properly convinced that
worth is within us, we can certainly lifts ourselves
out of our earthen jugs, urns, and dug ditches,
to rise to the occasion chasing the light as our mission
only to die and lie down in our six foot partition
finally finding the bright source of God as a difference.
but then, what if God is just a condition
in which we go towards the light as moths for an instinctual instant,
See ignorance as the one malady and see, the one condition
Is that we go towards the light as Gods in our infinite is-ness.
Then pass back to the this same plane of existence
Just to ride the pistons again, grin and grasp the logistics.

(chorus)


Sayv1 (Summer 2004)