Our truest life is when we are in our dreams awake. - Henry D. Thoreau

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

dawn to dawn, dusk till dusk
















We take drugs to get above one another,
Though we actually fall far below ourselves.
What a feeling to amass your own seemingly lavish tomb,
Growing cold in tired resentment for our loved ones.
Lashing out inside because we are ignorant to words,
Words brave enough to pierce the barrier of valid communication,
Able to evaporate those walls we place amongst ourselves.
We endanger others far more than our own lives,
Though that is the biggest loss,
The healthiest risk,
The deadliest catch; perhaps, is to gain that knowledge through skillful ignorance.
Displacement from your own insipid thoughts,
Viewing their path careen into oblivion.

What a joy it is to see morning!
For it has come just as it has greeted us,
Faithful in its virtue,
Solid in its commitment of Truth.
It is there for us to see,
Please turn my key.

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