Rouge

Rouge 9/15/2014

Anything you want

And anything you ask

We become ourselves

Through thought

And imagination. 

The past is broken off

With a hammer

Or a chisel

As the modern seeks to dominate

A past, he can’t control. 

We are molded by events

And our own random curiosity

As we search the past

And experience the present.  

I fire myself into the dark

Every day, that I wake up

Fumbling through a reality

Of mindless waste.

My heart is elsewhere

And so is my mind

As I search my soul

For truth and meaning. 

I am not alone

And I never was

Even when I felt it

In shadows of death.

He who is dead

Can live

And he who lives

Can be

Dead in his dreams.

Others curl up

And bleed through their eyes

In fevered desperation

Diseased and liquefied.

Rods explode through the heavens

In a diffusion of light

From east to west

And west to east. 

The threads are pulled

And everything is unraveled

Exposing the truth

Twisted and cruel.

The earth opens up

And spits out the secrets

Buried deep

And long forgotten.  

Avenging angles turn their heads

Backwards downwards

To the left and back

With a furious brow

And tensing neck. 

In the end

We return

And so does everything else

Waiting for God

To make us new.