I do not have to grasp onto a fad of culture,
that prefers darkness to light, nor must I find
myself with eyes aimed at a pulpit to endure
this mysterious life.
I am whole, only by my fondness of every
artery to my heart, every ounce of flowing blood
delivering both good, and evil amongst all my parts.
When I sleep, I’m suspended, and all life has been
queued, but when I awake to once again be mended,
it is then, I become of mood.
Part beast, part human,
but still a species unknown;
for what beast can be both
hateful, and loving, but the very
beast we own.
For one to protest, that they’re
exempt from being hateful; the
very contradiction to this claim
is the one whom has even
just once felt shameful.
Do train your eyes,
to see what is translucent,
and discipline your ears, to
hear the melodies of life’s music.
The drum of your heart pounds,
the blood in the veins run like rivers;
the bones of the body sound,
when they’re cold with a shiver.
We are filled with darkness,
though born with a torch we can light;
when the eyes becomes blind,
the ears become our sight.
So we may see our path,
and listen to the unseen voices;
because we see not what matters most,
and live not by the goodness of choices.
There is a time and place,
for both hopelessness, and faith;
to be hopeless when not knowing love,
and to be faithful when living amongst hate.
It is not the evil we learn,
nor the goodness we breed;
it is the nature of us humans,
to live and die by what we believe.