Monday, November 3, 2008

No Chorus

When Maybe life's not worth it after all
constructions looming larger where-with-all
company uplifts, it ought to, debits
your account, by yourself feels like credits
friends help you hit the wall tall eye on the ball,
then time slows and stalls, in the bar past last call
short shrift your thrift for health, deny yourself
be a parent to your gift to get well.
closed ears hears the source, the self-course enforce
open mind heeds confidence, open source chores
dick around long enough, you'll see the doors
outside your mind-frame letting go, to and towards.

the only way for meek truth emerging
is building lore and folk out-surviving
those in the earth riff with history
they stay to streets cause shelter is silly
once everything's balanced part mirror or stare
spin n' trajectory accounted infinity bare
then reality evolves, new wood to skin and snare.
binary, that micro-probability fleshed out
crossed by hexadecimal flat out
powered in chances to stick to the earth
over time, tied to trend, in hope of mirth
so, we began weeping over the value of it all.

One of the ways they do it is building
empty spaces where you shouldn't be emptying
so whether you accept loss as a stump
or scream mad forever to not be their chump
fake leaders can take any easy way
true jewels are still hardest in their ways.
art is motivated expressions vectoring
salient songs of many forms
transcribing our lives in every immeasurable way
where the chorus is oft concluded from the verse

so, we began weeping over the value of it all
and thinking maybe life's not worth it after all.
you recuse? it isn't hubris to refuse!
you're excused when you say I love myself
I'll hug this body whole, muttering hell
Fuck faith for former healers who failed
I'll wait and wail for fortune of future time
no choosing, no actions, no calm, only breath
I find faith that I've followed these footsteps
before, when I was lonelier, lost, bone cold,
yet I survived to today through choice of this:
faith that a hardest choice will make
every easy choice disappear
overgrown by protective foliage
and life chances
in the scorched clearing
will appear.

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