Being of Sound Mind

You can find me in the center;
In the center of all things fearful-
Connected through the forces of self
reliant grief-
Aligned to the walls I've constructed with
purpose; Never venturing out; Letting
nothing; Nobody; venture in;
You can find me in the center of
this place I fear- This place
I fear will not protect me; From me

I've squandered all my riches in dreams;
hopes and heart; Handed it over
freely to the hounds of realistic
horrors- Placed it; Hand fed it to
the foaming mouths that call me;
Know me; as worthless-
Oh I lay on the blanket wet with
a need to be mended- Naked before
the blindfolds and blind eyes-
They see me not; As I see myself

I've angered the silence; 'til it screams
for redemption; I've taunted the cries;
'til it returns to silence-
Thus I've recited it's name over and over
'til the heads of wisdom no longer
turn-
I've set fire to the fortress of agony; To
the rounds of the sqaure tables of
life-
Then stood back to watch it burn

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- I Bin Laden being of sound and twisted
mind; Having made no truce with myself
or anyone else; Will one day die;
And I'll be forthright in knowing that
the hounds of hell will not even take the
time to piss on my fiery grave-

© Lisa Hilbers
1/20/2006