Deep beneath dove the roots, The Earth itself and entangled, Strong and plump as they shoot, The mighty tree rises hardened. “No tree is mightier than I am, No tree can bear what I can tell. On solid ground I stand and chant: No harm comes out of my good will. Come, rest and take shade By my leaves and lie thee still. Don’t mind me casting ill charades. My roots are solid and I mean well.

Foolishly and hastily took an oath, To ache and suffer for a cause, Powerless, I cannot fulfill it, Nor to it shall I get close. Forbidden to undo what I have brought, Upon myself or what I’ve thought, I must obey then in fear of pain, Agony, disdain, and eternal onslaught. A thrall I am, and I live to serve, I do as I’m told but not with verve, For I’d rather go back and cease to be, Or stay here—a barren tree.

“Flee! In haste you must go Clear your mind, your soul Catch! Life’s beauty and glow Pray, for serenity’s warm blow” Vested, your hardships, your flaws Bested, ambitions and your goals Tested, flesh, brain, and soul Wasted, breath, heat, and all Void, it was and Void it is Void, before and to the edge Void, is warmth, and cold again Void, is more than nothingness Within Void, beasts that roam, Vermin, swine, down and low Bored, and filthy they endure Till Void consumes the flesh, And their debt is paid in soul

Beat the drums of war to feud Blow the trumpets loud and rude Make way and brace for a magnitude Of the wise fool’s rising aptitude Roaming about for lust and food To him the earth beneath subdued By a dream he breathed and was consumed To bond and see his presence approved He gives but to his own brood And all others are mere crudes Awakened now he rose to brood How time has left him ridiculed

How do I seek answers, If I don’t know the Questions? “Thou shalt not feel guilt” Yet I seek Redemption “Righteous, Kind, and Virtuous” Full of self-conviction “Pure as the running water” Drowning in my illusory perfection While deep beneath the darkness Sprouts my rotten Dereliction Say: “Shall we tell you of those who lose most in respect of their deeds? Those whose efforts have been wasted in this life, while they thought that they were acquiring good by their works?

Silence away my cry Or gaze ahead and pry To fight my fate and rectify The ailments and my weary sigh Or spawn me a fly Grant me what I can’t buy With man’s wealth or gold’s dye— Eternity and I shan’t die Dare The Lord eye to eye Scheme and plot on the sly You lost your way and passed by The only passage—a needle’s eye ”To those who reject Our signs and treat them with arrogance, no opening will there be of the gates of heaven, nor will they enter the garden, until the camel can pass through the eye of the needle: Such is Our reward for those in sin.

On roads of dirt and slime we walked Of hopes and dreams we wished and talked “If given the choice, what would you take for a cloak? Immortal, Powerful, Wealthy or High afloat? Or Ruling, or cruising the seas is what you sought?” Asked the friend, on his limp, as we talked Why have one, if I want all? Why do I choose, if I can call And point to make what’s broken whole

The mighty rock was afloat; a mountain, a pillar of earth was swung above its vast shadows. The crushing cloud was dropped. And every thing beneath was no more. From ashes, the remains were brought. And the lifeless corpse was rendered before. What an unearthly show! Indeed trickery is what we saw. “Lord, halt thy sun!” A prayer in battle. “Split the moon!” A challenge from the unworthy. Show me a sign!

Pride and arrogance are my traits Lies and misdeeds shadow my face Lost yet confident in my pace, I slip into my tiny grave Pride and arrogance form my shell Within I hide what’s foul and ill I cry “I’m doing well!” And bless my self for the massive bill I cry “Am I doing well?” And bless my self for my mere will Pride and arrogance mask my sorrow Left to the pill of joy I swallow Till it fades away again in the morrow And the hollow is reclaimed by my wailing marrow

Your idol, your mentor. A role model, a professor. Most knowledgeable, one to die for. Most righteous, above all soared. A human, yet he is more. Possesses all control, to cast you away, or lore you before. He keeps the gates of Heavens, and to Hell he leaves the door. A human, yet you make him more. He lies, he robs. Mountains of sins he holds—a secret to behold. He ravishes, he kills.

Sad world. We ought not to change that. It was never our fight. So why are we armed to the teeth, hiding in pits behind the barricades anticipating a tragic victory? Dying world. There’s no stopping that. And we’re to follow. So why are we breaking bones only to cling to the falling crag? Unhappy folk. Accumulated worth. And unhappy still we are. One scout. No sign of Man. No sight of prey.

We fear the dark. We fear loneliness. We can’t hear our own thoughts over the coiling noise surrounding our every stay. There’s not much change to expect when all we do is running aimlessly, blindfolded without aid–We will fade. Our thoughts are no longer rooted to us. Our beliefs come from a collective pool of shared, familiar ideas that did not originate from a thought process, but rather from a distributed knowledge base that is no longer up for amendment or doubt.

Sought is individuality, charm, and wit. A praise is worth more than gold. Acknowledgement is a grant for correctness and likeability. It’s the company of others that provokes the need for conformity, when uncontrolled or unnoticed, it becomes an unwanted fellowship of convention, a wobbled pacing of thoughts and beliefs. Directed by the lunar tides of society. Some retreat to solitude to see through the gray. Some accept the gray as the only true color for their lives.