Michael Jost
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I no longer know them anymore
As I knew them from before
When my ego formed its core
It painted its lips to be a whore
Now it's strutting down the street
Another John, it has to meet
The truth is vague, and obsolete
The hole is clogged on this teat.
When you cannot be yourself
Become a hero from your shelf
Change your name, and then -
- Your character
Recapitulation is one way
Unless you're crazy, but that's okay
When confusion becomes your home
and in your mind you prefer to roam
Then don your hooded robe,
and write your first Tome
Even Thoreau had to flee
He chose to live separately
From societies acquired insecurities
A sacrifice to be alone
No more money
No more phone
It will hurt your heart a bit at first
But sip turns drink to
quench your soul's thirst
Complexities diminish
When man's not around
A true human's rest
Is achieved on the ground
Nature's your womb
To always return to
It is forever,
and will never desert you.
I come from the water
I dwell on the mountain
I worry not for the amount of my sins
I am my own shepherd, I am my own flock
My true loves possess no skin
For they are simply plants, and rocks
They choose not to judge you by your past
Unlike all of your peers who'll break your bones
Then apologize while forming your cast.
The separation is gaining speed
At this point in time
So I pick to lose my past
For it was never mine
I have no fear to disappear
as if I'd never came
My finger's down, and it won't point
For I'm the one to blame.
I love to lust, and lust to love
Because they are the same
It never had to be this way
Until they picked a name
Now it's written on some scroll,
or printed in a book
And any poisoned ignorant beast
Has only just to look.
God has a twin,
but he won't say
Where this being dwells
They have to give the Bible away
Because it no longer sells.
The cycle spins on nauseously
So I'm treading cautiously
So as not to disrupt her sleep
In her slumber we have to keep
I can't stand to watch a woman weep.
I listen to their opinions and data
Collected on the grandest scale
My mind resembles the Postmaster General's
Warehouse for lost mail
I remember how I use to think
When I was still a mere boy
I trusted in my family completely
To successfully guide my ego's sail
Never to imagine loosely
That they were doomed to fail.
So now I've spent these past years fixing
What should have never been undone
And to top this melted sundae off
I learned they did it all for fun
They forced me up to run away
Nomadic I became leaving all my hard-earned-
- possessions behind; for them to lay their claim.
When I'm alone, and with the wind
My ears are brought to attention
To what my kin now say
They lower their tone and speak -
- real slow... When they refer to me
Acting sad they clack their tongues,
and speak so earnestly
But inside their hearts, I hear them pray
That I have finally burned
Heard out loud their words become
"I pray that boy's soon cured?"
I have to giggle, and give a sigh
To this whole sick scene
With my body pressed up naked
To my loving tree.
I have a friend, the shadow wolf
That sometimes travels at my side
And when I'm sick and tired down
He lets me on to ride
His fur is always changing
But his howls remain the same
To add more weight to my scale dish
Is why he said he came.
It would surely be dishonest
and quite possibly a plain lie
So I will not say
That I'm "No longer angry..."
I just know better now
To not ask "Why?".
The truth is reflected
Into our patterns in life
Knowing this the burden lessens
Shallowing our strife
The candles burn my scents,
and so revenge is mine
The trap's been sprung
I can now redefine
My time here.
Stamen flirts with pistil
My cock grows less and less
Flowers bend into each other
Like molds from outer space
Mushrooms blooming in shaded mornings
I built my first time-machine for you,
and I to ride the rules are plainly simple
For yourself you must abide
And if you assume that God will be there
To assist your future's life
Look again when he just waves
From behind his tyrant wife.
The navigating process
is what you have inside
Covered by this fleshy prison
Your mind creates your hell
And on that note
I'm sick of talking
Good-bye I wish
you well.
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