Like
a Stone
So
the slow hand of demise has finally reached you, another poisoned heart on display
You, the
fool the morning star gilded bright and golden, crave and in need for
complications
The lone crow is watching you as you on bloodied knees
make your way up the steep hill
Alone to meet your fellow man, he who has no name and
reputation to hold high in triumph
As two lone wounded animals you make the ascent for
new frontiers, seeking new land
The herd is gathering, glazed eyed and confused, one
by one coming closer for warmth and comfort
Words lose their meaning, quickly forgotten and left
unquestioned as the journey quickens
Can you take the fall that is waiting at the end of
the road, are you ready for the plunge
Air once stagnant with the stench of self-preservation
and greed turns lighter as you adapt
Transparent, a soft whisper that lingers as a memory
you take control of your limits
Only he who has known the taste of guiltless blood
will know the way up and beyond
Only he who will leave no trace behind when he enters
the shadows will die a free man
Forgotten and formless, you walk alone and can not beg
for forgiveness nor ask for answers
So stay hungry on the road, navigate with a steady
hand as bystanders evade the reason
Take control, nothing being said in the watchtower
tonight, the wind keeps shaping the stone
The Last Enemy
They
say that there are cracks that leaks in into empty rooms
Corner-less
and dark rooms long forgotten by sensible men
Echoes
and sounds from the surrounding gets trapped and reaches nowhere
With
a fathomless understanding of rusty deeds the seeking man is passing by these
rooms
He
does not stop nor pay any interest in what the blackness behind a crack may
hold
The
only thing on his mind is the step that takes him past and out of sight
Lacking
the meanest animal instinct of self preservation. A deep disregard for the
being reflecting back
To
not be proud of oneself and not at ease with ones nature or impulses
Qualities
of nil that since a misty childhood always has lingered and irritated
Walking
with a steady phase into the dark, no regrets and with a vision on complete
darkness
Thoughts
rushing by like low flying swallows, seeking deeper into the void
Echoes
of past memories behind corners and bends that leads downward
Stop
here, hear the heartbeat of death. Listen not, hear
Let
your feet stand to feel the vibration of a living earth
Stop
here, breath the fragrance of dead rock and decaying matter
The
man under the parachute is always dead, falling controlled as he realize his
fate
Acceptance
of chaos, corner less dark rooms holds onto the myth that you once were
Illusion
is the shadow that gives you movement in the light, you can touch it but it’s
not there
Understand
all, ignore nothing
Black
rooms will forever be filled with the echoes and sounds of all easily forgotten
Seeking
men seeking the man, he who knows that all is nothing
As
Forever is now
Frank Savage / Saint Florent, Corsica 1972
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