What right have we?
Feb. 15th, 2022 07:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seeyatMay be one to find the rhythm, only when outsourced and given
For listening, hearing the sound
That is the moment that loses our torments and finds our anxiety unbound
Playing, creating that life’s not for taking... it’s fearful and anxious and loud
Unwanted and broken, to their words which were spoken
I’ve fallen and died some inside
Though I try to hide… someone lied
Never have I held a drumstick for longer than a moment
An hour in a basement, while family played… well, monopoly
The proper game for me, you see…
I am not one to pull the trigger, not one to hold the gun
I am one who runs
I am a writer, born in darkness attempting to make the world brighter
No knowledge of an instrument at all
There’s no ball to call
I fell to the lies myself, thousands of dusty dollars tossed upon a shelf
Musical equipment… a life which jerked me away from myself
Introducing nothing but torment and genuine agony
No longer a silent, peaceful observational life for me
That desire, not what you would think… the constant overwhelming desire to start over
To lose everything only to convince the world, the heavens, the earth…
Of the tragedy they had birthed
The pressure of peers gives wings to our fears, though always unclear
Perfection in description is a fallacy, implausible and impossible
How does one positively insinuate the cold embrace of death’s hand as a welcome alternative?
A musician’s life is not one which I will ever want to live
Why had I not just bought a camera? I already had a decent computer…
Life has a presence of mind for itself
Manipulating our actions and phrasing to perfection in an effort to find its own fated conclusion
Life has so very many magnificent and breathtaking possibilities… why has this one been chosen for me?
It’s a sickness; you see… we are destined to embrace our own misery
These plastic faces in masks that we wear, the way we style our hair… none ever said it was fair
I have heard the term, “Fake it to make it”
What they really mean is… “Lie to yourself. Let them rape you and take it”
Bleed for them… carry your scars with pride, suppress yourself inside so long…
So long the real you dies
Where there is hope, there is heartache
Love cannot be destined to those who embrace a mistake
Love in purity and passionate peace is found in truth
Truth in one’s self, truth in action and honesty
We are a magnificent species capable of yet unimaginable things
A glorious choreography of beautiful hearts and minds
Unity… complete unity in such a way we never really see… we are one
The cars aligning as one parade flowing like a river toward any destination,
Transition directing the flow as a drop of water finds another path only to join with the next stream
This world is a dream, a universe within itself
Often, a cacophony of crashes and noise as the center of a city… cars so loud it’s deafening
Longing for the freedom of an open field, escaping the claustrophobic ferocity of socializing
Have I waited long enough? Have I pressed too far into the void of unknown futures?
Curiosity finds its answers only with discovery… unbound and embracing the cosmos
When can the cosmos grant the apparition of a puzzle table upon which we can pour hours of peace?
There is tranquility in this release
While longing for clarity of conscience I realize truth will only be heard by those who desire to hear it
For many of us fear it
Whether what we’ve done, what we know, the things we wish never to show
There’s so much more… so much beauty and brilliance in this dance
All that is known has been shown, what we believe is what we permit to be seen
That is our promise for this world… positive portrayal when verification of fact finds its mark
An understanding of what must be and how fearful these minds can be
We see the creativity within ourselves growing with ever impressionable fervor
Each heart and mind capable of fabricating such fanciful and frightening possibilities
We dwell upon these personal memories, twisting and contorting them the longer they simmer
When all we need is perspective for hope find a glimmer
The bittersweet brilliance which is this life… loss, love, lechery and longing
Such controversy in this mammalian mind with which our species processes consciousness
Thoughts ferociously pleading for a part in something so introspectively infinite when truth is ever more spectacular
We each are one mind among billions
…
What right have we to decide the passions of our peers?
For listening, hearing the sound
That is the moment that loses our torments and finds our anxiety unbound
Playing, creating that life’s not for taking... it’s fearful and anxious and loud
Unwanted and broken, to their words which were spoken
I’ve fallen and died some inside
Though I try to hide… someone lied
Never have I held a drumstick for longer than a moment
An hour in a basement, while family played… well, monopoly
The proper game for me, you see…
I am not one to pull the trigger, not one to hold the gun
I am one who runs
I am a writer, born in darkness attempting to make the world brighter
No knowledge of an instrument at all
There’s no ball to call
I fell to the lies myself, thousands of dusty dollars tossed upon a shelf
Musical equipment… a life which jerked me away from myself
Introducing nothing but torment and genuine agony
No longer a silent, peaceful observational life for me
That desire, not what you would think… the constant overwhelming desire to start over
To lose everything only to convince the world, the heavens, the earth…
Of the tragedy they had birthed
The pressure of peers gives wings to our fears, though always unclear
Perfection in description is a fallacy, implausible and impossible
How does one positively insinuate the cold embrace of death’s hand as a welcome alternative?
A musician’s life is not one which I will ever want to live
Why had I not just bought a camera? I already had a decent computer…
Life has a presence of mind for itself
Manipulating our actions and phrasing to perfection in an effort to find its own fated conclusion
Life has so very many magnificent and breathtaking possibilities… why has this one been chosen for me?
It’s a sickness; you see… we are destined to embrace our own misery
These plastic faces in masks that we wear, the way we style our hair… none ever said it was fair
I have heard the term, “Fake it to make it”
What they really mean is… “Lie to yourself. Let them rape you and take it”
Bleed for them… carry your scars with pride, suppress yourself inside so long…
So long the real you dies
Where there is hope, there is heartache
Love cannot be destined to those who embrace a mistake
Love in purity and passionate peace is found in truth
Truth in one’s self, truth in action and honesty
We are a magnificent species capable of yet unimaginable things
A glorious choreography of beautiful hearts and minds
Unity… complete unity in such a way we never really see… we are one
The cars aligning as one parade flowing like a river toward any destination,
Transition directing the flow as a drop of water finds another path only to join with the next stream
This world is a dream, a universe within itself
Often, a cacophony of crashes and noise as the center of a city… cars so loud it’s deafening
Longing for the freedom of an open field, escaping the claustrophobic ferocity of socializing
Have I waited long enough? Have I pressed too far into the void of unknown futures?
Curiosity finds its answers only with discovery… unbound and embracing the cosmos
When can the cosmos grant the apparition of a puzzle table upon which we can pour hours of peace?
There is tranquility in this release
While longing for clarity of conscience I realize truth will only be heard by those who desire to hear it
For many of us fear it
Whether what we’ve done, what we know, the things we wish never to show
There’s so much more… so much beauty and brilliance in this dance
All that is known has been shown, what we believe is what we permit to be seen
That is our promise for this world… positive portrayal when verification of fact finds its mark
An understanding of what must be and how fearful these minds can be
We see the creativity within ourselves growing with ever impressionable fervor
Each heart and mind capable of fabricating such fanciful and frightening possibilities
We dwell upon these personal memories, twisting and contorting them the longer they simmer
When all we need is perspective for hope find a glimmer
The bittersweet brilliance which is this life… loss, love, lechery and longing
Such controversy in this mammalian mind with which our species processes consciousness
Thoughts ferociously pleading for a part in something so introspectively infinite when truth is ever more spectacular
We each are one mind among billions
…
What right have we to decide the passions of our peers?
