Meaning And Beauty
Meaning is dying
alone in between the ageless trees
and beside the peaceful river
of modernity
Under moonlight
she is left to mutter thoughts
about freedom and purpose
without any sympathetic ears to hear
or a hand to hold
She bleeds forgiveness
and dreams of futurity
whispering that Hope
was a lustful liar
Beauty has been raped
laying naked and bloody
in the grass
while the dew futilely attempts
to cleanse and purify
what has been defiled
and desecrated
beyond recognition
beyond repair
we are a species of humble accomplishments
yet irreversibly arrogant
and incomprehensibly ignorant
endless contemptible mannequins
punctuated by vividly hopeful lights
so little child
of white
take your footsteps cautiously
when winter comes
(it never seems to leave)
and hold my hand
if you would
because this criminal destruction
permeates so much
of what we've created
Meaning is dead
and decaying
in the forest
left to disjointedly dream
of breath and resurrection
her remnants torn asunder
by these monuments
and malicious dismissals
So now I wait
for her to haunt
our numbered days
bring quiet
to our bones,
and a perfect silence
to our souls
alone in between the ageless trees
and beside the peaceful river
of modernity
Under moonlight
she is left to mutter thoughts
about freedom and purpose
without any sympathetic ears to hear
or a hand to hold
She bleeds forgiveness
and dreams of futurity
whispering that Hope
was a lustful liar
Beauty has been raped
laying naked and bloody
in the grass
while the dew futilely attempts
to cleanse and purify
what has been defiled
and desecrated
beyond recognition
beyond repair
we are a species of humble accomplishments
yet irreversibly arrogant
and incomprehensibly ignorant
endless contemptible mannequins
punctuated by vividly hopeful lights
so little child
of white
take your footsteps cautiously
when winter comes
(it never seems to leave)
and hold my hand
if you would
because this criminal destruction
permeates so much
of what we've created
Meaning is dead
and decaying
in the forest
left to disjointedly dream
of breath and resurrection
her remnants torn asunder
by these monuments
and malicious dismissals
So now I wait
for her to haunt
our numbered days
bring quiet
to our bones,
and a perfect silence
to our souls