Common Thoughts, Uncommon Mind
The Poetry of Ron Shirley, Lizard Lick Towing
REVALATION
I sit again on the brink of destiny, apprehension separating the waves of validation
Calculating the improbable existence of the life I have cremated aimlessly
Self condemnation running ramped about the waters edge as I contemplate diving
The Mythical promise of a society that embraces the apathy of surrealism
Bounces endlessly amid the cancerous thoughts imbedded beneath my views
The horizon darkens as the waters churn feverishly with obliteration and resolution
The boundaries of my insight relinquished to darkness as the Water dries my thoughts
In the Midst of the chaos I see a beacon, beaming across the vast and endless desert
I focus on its luminous illusions, failing to see the tsunami of annihilation at its heels
I leap in to feel the exuberance of self gratification and senseless earthly worth
Only to be meet with a stream of warm invalidation, dripping slowly from the clouds
I search immediately for its source, fighting through the societal elites churned wake
Ripping into false beliefs, gorging my mind on idiosyncrasies and failed success
The dismal realization is that my grasp is week, so I slaughter those stronger than me
In the night when the wicked roam and the good rest I swim the oceans of opportunity
Facilitating the Insane belief that the warmth comes from the Victory of the Struggle
The I in my Eye is now Blind and The Vessel has no mental compass or visual rudder
So I fall to the mercy of those I have slain and their Teeth Knash at my mortal flesh
Can the Undone be Overcome by the unseen Sin Hiding deep within our Chaotic Evil
Only Earthly Desires seem to Engulf our Spiritual Insight Blinding us to the Darkness
When Finally a Beacon Pierces the Light That Surrounds the Abyss of Indulgence
Allowing us to Facilitate an Obscured Position on the Dead End Road to Nirvana
I Run Breathlessly at a Frantic Stand Still Not Hearing what Appears Before Me
My sight is Overtaken by the Voices of Discontent and the Cowering Shrieks of Belief
A New Dawn Sinks into Horizon of Commonness, Complacently corrupts the Masses
Revelation has Erupted from Existence it Stems the Onset of Unmitigated Puppetry
Follow Blindly with your Eyes wide Shut Behind the Direction of a Deaf Conductor
Into the streamline of Modern Fallacy depicted as the Cornerstone of Manipulation
Simplicity Bloodily lines its Mortal Face and Defiling Lava runs its Corse Veins
Its Moto Is Etched into the Fabric of Most Civilized Carnivorous Vegetarians
To Succeed your must succumb the Social Clandestine of Blinders and Belief
To Achieve Nothing in a Thankless Society with the Illusion you have Peaked
Simply Follow the Crowd of Acceptance and sit on the Boat of Normalcy
As I Sit Again on the Brink Of Destiny, Watching the Next Waves of Attack Brew
