Eclipse

what is it? that paradox. that rythmal phrasing of apathetic words that grin ever so diligently in order to break apart all that can not be seen within my (slate) my (self), in turn I loose what I never gained. I earned it. I deserve what I never cherished. but lost in the end. it was my own (thought) that aided my (own) existence I am now here. but what (I) am is not what ( I ) expected to become. my own expectations shattered by the stars of our night skies. Our night skies. we share them because if they were truly mine I would not have let them leave. but because I felt they were meant to be seen I relinquished my power over them. as I have many times with things far more vital. the benevolence that I (once) had. broken as only a spirit can break the soul of a young (Tenderfoot) A new born child (strangled) in the cruel grasp of an eternal suffrage. a ball of orange yarn spun in the heart of these pointless specks of yellow dust. I see them. every day as they accumulate more and more I see them cry. they shed tears of joy. they tell me they are dust and nothing more (so they say) I break as I see them cry. and I try to comprehend why. I look in their eyes and I see this river. A river of hope and satisfaction that falls down the boldness of their strength. and an interesting story they tell. "I have never seen the brightness of night nor the gloom of day nor the shine of the clouds on your face, I am proud that what is seen is heard not only thought" I growl in contempt and sniffle at their wit. a choke of wind explodes from my appetite. and they are gone the quench of their prowl was enough for myself to hurt. they wounded me. my chest, my heart. the peril of their gratitude was all that kept me sain. so pathetic is the world without weakness. a ball of bestial brutes command the minds of a great. controlled only by the hate they breed. like those creatures in shanties who prowl at night with their weapons. not clubs not bars but addiction, I feel the pain of deception not my own but theirs. there own deception cause me pain and I can not help but see them fail. it's a joke and they are not laughing. I laugh out of pitty, an effect only hate can double. like a tree without thorns being climbed in a forrest. no bite ,just bark. A bark loud enough to break a fall. it is in this forrest that justice is appealed and vengence is paraded. orders hang from limbs. they are only picked up by the hungry. those who wish to better themselves. those who wish to live in peace . those who indulge in compassion and good judgment. an addiction that can not be cured. only until death with that disease be gone. but from the rotting corpes can infection be spread. he with those similar symptoms will soon die as well. only those who hide what ails them will survive but with no effect on the forrest other then an everlasting life. life is the criminal responsible for this. and death is the enforcer. and I thrive as the ever lost. an important mass of despicable power. so far off from the world can the cries of a god flow like the yarn that caused our grief. and the old lady who knitts the cloth with which we cloak ourselves in times of shame. do not get into my head. leave before the stars fly and the worls melts. time is on your side. use it and be proud not in terms of length but in stature. (Stand.)