Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Mind Battle (The Other Direction)

A coterie becomes a mess
Torn to pieces
Torn to shreds
Because the weight of the world becomes a loss for words
For it is like being stuck inside a fire that cannot be tamed
And someone is looking to ride the smoke rings right out

Brothers and sisters turn cold in the smoke
Inhaling the coals
Releasing the bitterness
Blowing it to the side
It sears the eyes of the people who watch
And they wonder, “When are they coming home?”

Well, what is it?
What repairs the cracks of a broken life?
And what if it was not broken in the first place?
What if riding on the back of the smoke rings is not the answer?
Refusal is preferred
Let minds turn in another direction

It is a danger to obscure genuinity behind a mask
For the price of lies can be inordinate
An insecure mind is yet to be understood
It is still given power
It is still torturous
It can drive some worn soul into a fog

But the Lord did speak beauty
Beauty of more value than many sparrows
The and breaking is done by our own hands
Emptiness is that result
The void can be filled…