My soul yearns for the residuary verve of currents flowing,
Shifting and molding,
While different melodies playing countlessly among the many,
Many people’s hearts
Grows to build into something far more substantiary.
For substance rules us
And terrorizes the pocketbooks of poor ones drenched in greed,
And somehow molds us.
But here I am left alone within the dark cold of wet tears
Lost and uncared for,
Bounding past the angry lifelessness I’ve lead through the hollowed
Faces of those dear,
Dear enough to resist the pleading of my unabashed cries,
Terrorizing my fevered soul so that it can’t ever be,
Never be released.
Still I continue pressing and pushing ‘gainst the black and white,
The unchanged and unrelenting desire to blend in with you,
Her, him, but not me,
Forever committing mental suicide by societies wish,
And so left alone.
Tempered are my feelings and leveled are my restrained thinkings
Of what is and not,
But burning through this clouding of prejudice and hatefulness
I ignite myself,
Changing my core further into an unparalleled presence
Of fired energy,
Completely immersing myself in chaotic wastefulness
Of its kindlessness
Until my fiery embers crusading against those evils
Finally burns out.