Ant Lines

My world, my world,
My separate world,
Not your world at all.
 
Lines unseen,
No, nonexistent,
Between the many beings.
 
That is which you might understand,
The rules, the laws, the physics,
That which goes and that which hindered,
Between ever confusing lines.
 
I don’t see the reasons thus,
That makes sense to build these lines.
These fragile, fragile lines.
Broken as the way goes by,
Lines that sunder and splinter.
 
Will this fragment of my thought,
Be enough to explain my distraught,
All these lessons that,
 Undermanned,
That to which I would be reprimand.
 
Maybe future times will tell,
With life, and love, and merry,
But until that joyous day,
I’ll just have to stop and say,
Let this hive go on.

 

ISA

Whipers in the Wind

A song sings sweetly,
The wind passes by,
A fact in the park of new,
Whisper my darling,
Tell me the truth,
What do you want to do?
 
This melody sounds sweetly,
Echo-ing us by,
Till the drama comes to play,
Twilight's sweet lullaby.
 

My darling, my lover,

My sweet French mother,
The blues do play,
A symphony today…
Till the end of our dance,
This song,
Drumbeats and brass,
The tune changes and colours to bronze,
And we sing away.
 
Entertainment follows our medley,
Lullaby and the tap,
A song and a dance,
A conversation and a trap,
Together in the park this May.
 
In the end the whispers die,
The wind does quiet again,
The lovers part,
Their heart's faint art,
Dies like their Whispers in the Wind.

ISA

Confusion

Rage,
Sorrow,
It is real.
Naivety is found,
In the weak,
In the happy…
And in the childish.
 
Their damnation is just beginning,
I don’t know what I feel that makes it so,
But it is all the same.
In every situation.
There are the sad,
The happy,
The enraged,
And the wise…
All to challenge our morals.
 
We no longer care,
Used to disrespect and dishonor.
We are tired:
Of life and death,
Of hate and joy,
Of sorrow and love.
It is just all too confusing,
They only get mixed up in the mess.
 
This disgust I feel,
I love it,
But I don’t know why…
Neither do I know if I will remain sane.
 
They see but don’t;
Walking unrealistic paths,
Falling and hitting walls that they could go around.
They never seem to realize,
To look another way and they will not be blinded;
All they do is look straight never stopping to truly see.
It was once considered evil to think two ways,
But now they are slowly reeling that in…
Someday they will advance…


ISA

Existence

I wonder in this life if I exist,
All the time by myself,
Working, waiting, watching,
Never ceasing to stop and relax.
I do not know,
If I ever truly loved,
For tragedy destroyed my memory.
 
Something snapped,
Was that my heart?
 
I laugh,
Miserable,
At the passing millions,
The useless naïve numbers...
Unaware at what lies just around the corner.
They pass by with insults and jeers,
Roaming in bulk,
Unknowing that they are the sheep,
And that they just angered the wolf in their clothing.
 
I wonder if the murderer lives the same way,
Or is he just off the bend,
Trying to satisfy his lustful greed.
Is the scientist any different from the philosopher,
Always wanting the stone.
Aren’t they all wolves waiting for a blunder?
 
Politics and lies,
Friends and lovers,
Each the same as the other,
Worse than the murderer.
 
I laugh at even a possibility of righteousness,
For they have no right to judge.
The thought that balance is already upset,
They do not know.

Getting rid of it all,
The easiest message to send,
Abolish the concepts,
Get rid of it all.
To live as givers and receivers,
Forget it all to never 'own' again.

ISA

Time of Ending

The devil’s time in a table of twelve halves,
Reversing nothing will find no sin,
Only the whole of the future,
And the hole of time.
 
This time that sings of glory,
Of acts gone long and ole,
Will come back with the stream,
Lest the beasts hold your mind
 
We who no longer need,
Forever guard the pathways,
Of the truest of true kin,
Whose soul follows the paths of balance.
 
As the worlds fall around us,
And the shadow tear the flesh from our back,
Bind together as God,
And destroy those who do not belong,
In the new light,
WE WILL NOT!   


This originally started as my thoughts on the what was, the recent up-stride of radicalism in Christianity....Its been a while, but it's still going on. I thought that maybe this would be something interesting...but I probably should have posted this a year ago, last December, when all that craziness was going on.

ISA

Wonder

Black rose,
Why do you haunt me,
Your thorns in my dreams,
In my world.
My oncoming shadow,
My hate,
I wonder… is it real?
 
Requiem,
Are you what I want?
Melody,
Are you what I seek?
What song is mine?
My memory is tearing me apart.
 
Can I see as far as the stars?
Please tell me sir,
Will I go mad?
I tear the world I hide within myself,
A fright I hold within my pores,
An over becoming,
But what when and why?
Heat consumes me till I wondered if I would tear myself apart.
 
I wondered as I was riding the wind,
If I could follow my path,
If I would fit my expectations,
If I would find the truth within ourselves,
For I feel in all that we are an existence within another.

ISA  

Understanding Emotion

I have seen the three “faces” of life.
They exist in shards of life.
Within the shadows of humanity.
And the joys of insanity…
My short life,
Experience is gathered in vast quantities,
Rings that are entire books.
To see death as normality…
Something is wrong.
 
Understanding concepts unknown,
Hating while loving,
Lusting for destruction,
Selling the soul to destroy kin,
We have the will and rage for it all,
And to do the same thing ten times over.
We rival with those thousands of years past,
Waiting for the 'End of Days',
Getting closer and closer,
Death is coming upon the world now.
If the harpy comes down upon the crows,
Will we notice even if the hour strikes thirteen,
And with our infinite potentials,
So turn back time to do the same thing over again?
 
As it is in our efforts to save ourselves,
More of us are falling down the pit,
While thousands continue to scrabble back up,
Like rats in a barrel,
Or an army of ants with too few soldiers left to sacrifice.
We all fall and die eventually.
Are we destined to all go to our ancestors,
Never to live again as human,
A tumultuous end fit only for dishonor,
Do we want to end it all,
Waiting for disaster to make its final strike?

ISA