Delirium Forging Perpetuity


Our minds, our guardians
for the weakness of the flesh,
the challenge of one’s growth
protection of innocent’s passion.

Our minds, our guardians
growing old,
struggling with past and future,
innately seeking truth.

Our minds, our guardians
biding time which asks nothing of us,
but to allow focus,
which chooses not ignorance,
but seeks needs over wants.

Our minds, our guardians,
nature's scholarly heart pumping quietly in us all
while withstanding the noise,
the clatter of the lost climbing ever higher
into delirium’s lostness.

If only love’s need, that simple principal of purpose that
sentient beings were hard wired to enjoy,
were pursued by more,
instead of...