Thursday, April 18, 2013

Study of Marigolds



It's all a bit of mayhem
Craziness wrapped in cellophane, 
Crispy and see through
And we run around in circles, lost
Confused by what has happened
And what hasn't happened at all
Then we wait for someone to guide us
What else it there to do?

The absurdity is just
We are just, aren't we? 
I am just, when I can be
And the world spins on
Befuddled, bemused, demoralized
Music swells
Everyone dances,
But the jagged coughs make my chest burn

How did we get here
Dizzied and confused
Fingers digging into the dirt
Grasping for the earth 
As it spins us, like a rotor
Pasted to the wall,
The floor falls out from under our feet
We hang, groundless

Helplessly waiting for the something
The one thing, that should rescue us
From calamity and woes
Never realizing we have our own capes
We are our own heroes
Rise above the fraudulent imagery
Move past the intricately placed words
And we find, life

Spun into the duality of a cocoon
Warm and comforting
Hot and suffocating
Choices woven into the silken threads
We over look for we think should be
The something that never was
Rest, or panic
Meditate, or run

Stand alone, but stand strong
As you look to them, they look to you
The earth will spin, and they will dance
And the burning will fade with time
Is it real, or is it a dream?
It's before you, for you to decide
What will become of what was
And what will never be at all?

Inside the mayhem are the marigolds
Puffs of beauty and color
And in their simplicity, the answers lie
But you  must sit and listen to the nothing
For as long as it my take
Minutes, hours, years
And then the answers will appear
Put on your blinders, then you will see




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