Fever
Sick of all the nonsense being
portrayed
alive,
full of inadequate natures,
Filled with promise, no one knows of,
Relieved
of all sanity, ill and contrite
Loved by few, still new to what's true
look
in my eyes, do you see the pain,
Feel the disbelief, of all that's been done,
again,
Wonder
feeds my soul and stingy heart
Revenge nourished my actions, still
"Fever"
made my contemplation start.
Tired of all foolish-bred idle
minds
I've
earned my stripes in this war
Tamed the inner animal, wishing for freedom
of some kind,
usually guessing, now it's known what's
in store,
Clearly the attempt was the force,
that
made this come true,
An understatement in thought of course,
"Fever"
killed the virus of what's blue.
Forever wanting the treasures
that dwell,
within
spirituality, without doubt,
Stranded dreams understated smells,
of
"Fever," my only way out
"Fever" is what it
is though you may not know,
Never
understanding its definition, thinking how
is this "so,"
Sustained exasperation, belief in the Most
High
the
only thing, going blow for blow, is what's
felt inside
"Fever" keeps me on "high",
mostly with belief
of
which way to go, my "Fever" is our
only release
Beginning to finally understand
this "light"
I
wonder why it took so long
Situations keeps us blinded as a lost sight
The
"Most High" is my "Fever"
sickening to sin
but
forever and feverishly strong.
…I Wonder
Life is like an everlasting
breeze,
blowing
through "Times" past and
present…"Is
it?" I wonder.
With no abandonment, no cares
as
if tomorrow will never
be
and yesterday never was,
Still "times" change…"Do
they?"
I
wonder.
Explanations of nothingness fill our minds,
as we watch freedom disappear,
stagnated
by society's façade,
yet
we live for the future…
"Do
we?" I wonder.
Worldly possessions define characters, personalities,
status,
wealth,
Keeping
us grounded by dreams,
but
tomorrow and yesterday are the
same
as today,
a
mirror of days of old, a day
beckoning
disgust, frustrated
with
assumptions of what is to be,
yet
we still survive for the future…
"Can
we?" I wonder.
Escape this escapade through dreams,
before
you notice its affect,
taken
abroad by nothing,
is
this anyone's reality of
the future we so desperately
seek…
"What
are we seeking?"
I wonder
Carnal thoughts of a spiritual place
seeps
from our aura,
yet
we are thoughtless,
drained
of all senses, pain, hardships,
for
what "is" has always been,
what
"was" never ceased, "So!"…
why
search for futures? I wonder.
