Reiterate

Reiterate

July 22, 2009

It’s nice to be,

Just be.

With no one else around,

Without any other sound.

My music sounds out.

My thoughts are clear.

My flow is pure,

Without a doubt.

Where once a rope hung,

A rope of sadness,

Veil as well,

They divided

Solid anger and

Subjective happiness.

Still though they are,

They have no limits.

No longer, is there a choice,

Can there only be one.

Now there is simply living

With both glad and mad.

Sad, mad and glad;

Words used too often.

Too impure,

To truly describe

Underrated feelings and

Overrated sanity.

These govern the laws of humanity,

Which thinks it rules this planet.

Rock though it is,

It is his,

Not ours,

To destroy.

Destruction so,

Inevitable, that,

To refute,

Is to ignore.

Ignore, and be blissful till death.

Know and be true to yourself.

Create, to make your future.

Choose which to follow.

‘twas once said,

I think I know enough of hate,

To say that for destruction ice,

Is also great and would suffice.

If not by our hand,

It will be done.

Where will you be?

I’ll know and create

While you ignore.

While you enjoy not knowing.

Whilst I lay in my darkened chambers,

Whilst all I hear are voices beyond…