The Foolish, The Meek And The Universe Poem by Vision Ghost

The Foolish, The Meek And The Universe



Counter bound in this ever revolving insular succession of ignorance
Floated like the air supply of oxygen polluted to that of our fragility
Incensed by the already enraged; whose war torn flag do you follow?
I exhale as does many more to repeat my juridical surviving of yesterday

I saw a vision of exception when I questioned my own condemnation
Absolute but never purified between the cave man and the society
Preached only of what is wanton to be the followed but seldom the knowledge
Man maketh machine to make fire to destroy flesh that maketh the machine

Acknowledge us now and see how invisible the voice is in this universe
Adorn the flesh and let the smallest stars be the comparison to ourselves
As the only unspecified entity of chance born of spectacular arrogance
Breach only the momentary time to swallow water of skies above all else

Do not weep upon the passing of the dead as we are too a whisper
In a time already long gone yet seldom seen within this cold dark place
There is never a reasoning sought in the tasting of human tears
Be it in the first kiss of salutation exacted in the meek of offensiveness

Guarantee not but yield to the step to coincide with the inevitable
That we all die and nothing remains when time erases us yet further
Why make law upon the demonstration of love when harm another is none?
Is flesh to be so enigmatically shielded yonder that of a child with a rifle

To kill the forefather of the fore blamed and the forever eclipsed of reason
All powerful in the visage of finance to example that of illusions tender
The song of the dying star to outcry the tears of a thousand nations on fire
So tiny we become in cloaked enrapture of our own arrogance never yielded

I would kneel before the sun before the greatest of all that is illumination
Bless my skin for I am naked before a god we never found and a destiny we destroyed ourselves
So much seldom witnessed be that for the distraction of our own anarchy
Stretch my arms, stretch my fingers to the sky and be closer to the universe and so much further from this

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Vision Ghost

Vision Ghost

Epsom, East Surrey
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