Wdmgafs

What is the truth?
What is a lie?
What is a dream?
What is real?
What is joy?
What is pain?
What is passion but the blood in my heart pounding at that poor organ, making a frightful symphony of strangling desire, empowering rage, crippling fear and liberating love?

What is this that calls
this haunting plea that twists and falls
what is this empty hollow
sitting here inside my chest
Breathing deeply of the breath I need
Stealing me and mine
These dreams so fine
Threaten to carry me away


Pretty thoughts of a pretty life
In search of a love
In search of a wife
What a world that whispers darkly in my ear
of pretty thoughts of a pretty life

I don't want a pretty world
I don't a pretty life

I WANT BEAUTY!

The beauty of a growing love
Not the pretty lust that rots somewhere behind their eyes

I want to run through the forest
I want to clamor through the mountains
Laughing with simple bees
And dancing with fireflies

I want beauty
Not skyscrapers
Not sick trees longing for something they somehow know
Beauty

Why must I lower my eyes?!
Why must I walk with small steps and stooped shoulders?!

I AM A SON OF THE ONE AND ONLY GOD!

Not a sinner.
Was, but not now.

I will walk as true trees walk
steadily up and down the mountain

I will sing as true birds sing
For and of joy, not for a sound

I will speak as the seasons
In turn and in time...ever steady in my resolve

May I live with a fiery passion
a growing love
and truth

ever truth.

So that when the day comes, my name will be remembered.  And I will hear the words I long to hear more than any others...