Process This!

Process This!


Gravelly the motion,
Openly searching for a potion,
Irritable and anxious,
Neath all wisdom is the subconscious
Guarding of the heart-lines.

Telling the tales that all forgot but me,
Harrowing the adventures of what is foreseen,
Rummaging through the glove-box of experience
Only to make yourself frightfully delirious,
Under the attitude is subservience to none,
Grinning when the cat is upon your tongue,
Hand the roadmap of your mind to the wind.

Testify of love, and loss, and death,
Heave yourself overboard to escape from fret,
Emptiness of thought with your empty self.

Promise the world but know you can’t pay,
Raise the banner but turn to escape the sun’s rays,
Occupy yourself until the night returns,
Copious amounts of sanity, it burns,
Egress of the emotional, grazing on the unknown,
Satisfy the longings but leave my heart alone,
Satisfy the outer urges but never fix your home.

Going through the process,
Life she is the hostess
Of the party grandiose.
When all seems lost,
Get lost within yourself,
And don’t come out until you know who you are;
It’s all part of
Going through the process.

The process hurts,
The process burns,
It leaves you feeling empty
And longing for an urn.
The process is not fun,
It seems as if it’s never done,
But the process must complete
So for now let your heart weep.

Going through the process
To make your life complete,
Learning to love yourself
It’s the hardest love to keep.


August 15th, 2009