5/15/2011

Avaste.

Expose yourself a little more
Let others your soul explore

Grab the brass of the door knob
Turn it quick and hear the lock bob

The creaking and clicking of mechanical devices
Their inward curious-peeking it entices

There you are on a table fresh and bare
Like the midday hen or the dinner hare

Your inner workings cleverly inspected
The pump of your heart and the blood it's directed

Lightly lifting the little lid
Hearing the heavy thoughts of your head

The deepest of your intimate feelings
The strongest of your inner reelings

Disposing yourself of all your wayward tumours
Exposing yourself to all their awkward humours

Lighting candle-borne flame to your muddy glass
Sighting themselves to your societal class

There posed on a mantelpiece at which they marvel
Like the strong sculpted mass of statue marble

So dearly deprived of dim-lit livings
Of clandestine creations not meant for giving

But free are you now to reflect
And spot yourself clean, without defect.

Now your clarity of mind you can implore
Expose yourself, not a minute more.
What wayward hurt is this,
What terrible fated twist,
What discord of angels song
And Ballad of thieves,
Playing in the night by the waters,
Like minstrels from the King's Quarters
besieged and
unmused
do they play.
Stung by obscurity's callousness
and drugged blind by the uncaring,
Glances and fatalistic staring,
Unrivalled Unparalleled,
Uncalled for and dispelled.
What rhythm of heart
Have I missed?
And what love have I,
Unkissed,
by you.