'AM I NOT THE ONE?'
Monday, July 18, 2011 9:52:38 AM
Ruptured veins, broken heart, bleeding wounds,
My flesh and bones intoxicated, within me my soul wail,
"Am I not the man that lived yesteryear...,
The illumine of completeness and the wisdom of creation?"
To err is human, perfection is of the divine,
The steps of my walking, have I counted wrongly,
The days of this life, have I forgotten the end thereof,
The whispers in my heart have dropped the tears I cry,
'Am I not the wisdom in tales of yesteryear...,
The tales defining goodness and beauty?"
The wind western blowing, like a reed I am shaken,
The earth I am standing, is sinking sand,
The spiritedness of my soul succumbeth to foolishness,
The fears of my heart has conquered the self within,
"Am I not the voice that sounded the trumpet...,
The one whose word was a seed of virtue?".
Am I falling, am I sinking, drifting into depths of darkness and illusion?
Is it fate, my dreadfull destiny unfolding to my end,
Will my seed live to see no death in this existance of delusions?
Will my flesh, my tomb see no corruption as I desire?,
Oh! My voice will cry loud to be heard,
"Am I not the one before all creation...,
The one who gave the sun to day, the moon to night...,
The one who caused light out of darkness to reign beauty...?",
Oh! My tears, How have I fallen?
'Am I not the one?!!!'