A Ramble of Life
Posted: Fri Dec 20, 2002 3:19 am
it was the twisted look on the face
from the falling from grace
toppled from the mount
and out for a long count
my oh my the crowd they would shout
and the crueltly of life would be a bitter clout
worse than the walk with the cross
with the pain and suffering of the weight
somewhere in songs of love and hate
the betrayal and the rusty hinges of the garden gate
who cares in religion, what's my fate?
crucified nails in the bloodied knot of the wood
replicates the universe with it's spiral staircase understood
the meaning of life is the eternal good
that powers us all and is our food
a lot of us will this secret alude
spirit encased in flesh
a mumified decoding of the mesh
that connects cross like the matter energy space and time
and poet's attempt to get the energy to rhyme
in stanza's and words and feeling of being
this energy is all seeing
and some would call the divine being
a pure passion of the lotus unfolded
germinated and impregnated and the cracks of life moulded
following a pattern like the herds
of nature in tune with a divine nerd
the geography replicates the furrows of the blood and the flow
of energy that touches and melts the snow
and allows the beautiful flowers of life in all colours grow
Georges
from the falling from grace
toppled from the mount
and out for a long count
my oh my the crowd they would shout
and the crueltly of life would be a bitter clout
worse than the walk with the cross
with the pain and suffering of the weight
somewhere in songs of love and hate
the betrayal and the rusty hinges of the garden gate
who cares in religion, what's my fate?
crucified nails in the bloodied knot of the wood
replicates the universe with it's spiral staircase understood
the meaning of life is the eternal good
that powers us all and is our food
a lot of us will this secret alude
spirit encased in flesh
a mumified decoding of the mesh
that connects cross like the matter energy space and time
and poet's attempt to get the energy to rhyme
in stanza's and words and feeling of being
this energy is all seeing
and some would call the divine being
a pure passion of the lotus unfolded
germinated and impregnated and the cracks of life moulded
following a pattern like the herds
of nature in tune with a divine nerd
the geography replicates the furrows of the blood and the flow
of energy that touches and melts the snow
and allows the beautiful flowers of life in all colours grow
Georges