Raison d'etrimental
by Maverick.214
(Poem 8 from Time Machine, Skittle fuel, and Nirvana Juice)
Earth to wind,
firestorms cannot vanquish my self-imposed ignorance
but, still, I caress the dawn and the same old things of yesterdays bygone.
Beneath the tapestry of a world with an irregular heartbeat,
you and I cannot see the trapped souls burning a hole through an existential web.
Rivers run wide, deep,
riptides cannot flow upward into red skies,
where a crow offsets an almost perfect canvass of colors
and it's macabre outline cuts across deeper waters of misery.
Above the silver linings of pretentious clouds in an angelic glasshouse,
you and I cannot fathom the gross irresponsibility of indifference.
White-tipped mountain tops,
avalanches cleanse a monotonous arctic drift,
when a hand is thrust upward from a watery grave,
shaking a defiant fist in tribulation of another lost battle won.
Within the mind's eye is a glimmer of sparkling courage,
you and I cannot murder a mathematical universe of disorientated angles.
Project that which is within,
Illuminate the darkness of sorrow,
Slay the demons of ego, hate, and greed,
Sleep for the final dream,
and live in the present moment as a furious angel,
caring constantly, continually fearless, and loving lasting.
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