progenateur unabashed
Pretenseur unclad
Can there be more?
No there is less

And in this naked garb
I see the truth
Self reflected

And in my mind
I am truth
Unrespected

To hold and to wield
To caress and to field
all in all
what a crock

In my heart never messing
I discard your obsessing
Left to feel
Earthly ties
From my feet

Rooted now in the now
From the currents of past
Left to feel all I feel
Like harmony unchanging

It's the sun and the sky
It's the moment going by
and it sullies
all my being
In its being

Much like life burning dead
Like their screams in my head
Only laughter
Hides sick desperation

But in truth all is lost
to the great holocaust
of the mind
and the being
and the dreams

Left to see what is there
Left to taste what I dare
There is no sense
That pleas to be void

I can't quell inner voice
Cause I've made my own choice
and it's this
or the end
of a Game

Causality's Right
and its wrong
when you spite
but its that
that is that
and that's all

If this seems
less than sane
then you are
much too plain
So just shimmy and shuffle along.
but if i've struck a chord
and you're a peg
less than bored
Then my life yet has meaning for dawn