The Sublime Labyrinth In the Poetic Soul

The Sublime Labyrinth In the Poetic Soul

The sparkling iridescence
Is deep within the mind,
A drifting dream that never reaches
The conscious so sublime.
Delving deep into a labyrinth
Where deep waters swell and ebb,
The safety in coherence
Is the trap of a deadly spider’s web.
Suffering the conscience,
Liturgy of the damned,
Tomes within tomes
For a house that’s built on sand.
Sadly forgetting the lessons learned
Within the fires of rebellion and deceit,
Shelving the right for the handy
They all shuffle along the wide path in defeat.
Swimming, spinning,
All the supermodels thinning,
Playing the game lightly
But nobody is winning.
Wining, dining,
Life is not a scene from The Shining,
With the conscience’s cry
You should be lining.
Hallow the fields
And work the ground,
All end up in the graveyard
Where no one makes a sound.
What I am trying to say
Is for you to decide,
And the very deductive process
Brings that sparkling gem to light.

October 27th, 2009