what is it you ask for
with this steady rain of questions?
is it truth you seek?
you take aim with fearful eyes
and look right through me
load and volley words
in my face
not my heart
why do you not see
the images I convey?
if only you spoke
the language of the soul
is it truth you want to hear?
then speak to me boldly
courageously
with the adventure of a journey
through the smoky illusion
to the source of the flame
what is it you wish to say?
your paper cup and string
cannot resonate with the depth I've lived
my voice echoes
with the thunder of the storms I've transcended
echoes through the valleys
that lay at the footsteps of the mountains I've ascended
do you wish to hear my answers?
over my silence you ask again
again and again
the impaling percussion of canon
enticing the ancient voice of temptation
and darkness
is this where you want to lead me?
to follow
vision filled with the backside of precedents
wisdom necessary and sufficient
to lead me through a hungry machine
feeding on the status quo
devouring bodies
of an unknowing proxy
sacrifices to acceptance
would you be satisfied
with a throbbing head of fear?
what is that you say?
the more I answer the less you hear
it must be my shadow you seek
a dialogue with a skin
shed lifetimes ago
you rake among the fingerprint
while I seek to touch the divine
so did you find the answers
you sought
in your conversation with yourself?
