Confidence

In the absence of darkness shines the dull beams of life

Harboring freedom in the wilderness – contrived from the trims

Found on the filthy floors of caves dripping with sedatives

Hope, once a guidance, now lives underground near the rote of red

And yet I find myself high on the drugs in the crevice of my own head:

Behold these eyes that, though glazed, can find the spirit of the dead,

For which lies in the skies is nothing but remnants of God; the holy test.

Unadulterated; hovering just above time, struggling to keep bees at bay

In the hive holding the hearts of millions; the broken, the striped.

I want war to wreak havoc on those who are static

In matters concerning the rest; to hell to those restless soul

Searching; desiring to be diamonds to be nothing more than herrings

The leader of many, known to the few, hugging the lovers of demons

Comprised of trouble and bombs of hate; alas there is no reason.

My only choice is to walk that path that leads me over the hill

And to those like me, here is advice: give up, there was never thrill;

Yet in me that fire cannot be put out in light of the words I shout

Change be in, change be out; change all those around?

But what exactly -- the holes in the hearts that ooze pus or

The decaying teeth spouting layers of distrust – must change?

 If it were up to me -- had it been up to me – I would change

What lies in the private, in the minds of others, in their soul that

Seemingly wander; their confidence bound by the message of strength

And belief in one’s existence will remain the key to all problems,

Whether in boroughs under heaven or bouts of possession.

Our love existing first within us can be spread

To the toes and fingers frosted from their cold lungs.