As promised, this is the piece that the previous entry spoke of, and that it somewhat leads up to. I believe that, at least in some way, this work reflects on my inner self, and the progressions of my mind as of late. Mind you, what you are about to read is the most recent writing I have done to date. Nonetheless, enjoy, and please give me your feedback, especially on this one.
"Flesh Bound Incarceration"
by: Davey Harlequin / 07:23:04 / Logical Paradox Project.
The trial is over, did it even need to begin?
guilty as charged, the verdict is in
sentenced to life without possible parole
and the defendant will die in his own open hole.
The words echo as I stand silent in the mirror before the court
Motionless, and without response to the injustice of my introverted trial
I strike the glass with one sharp blow, and as it shatters I find myself once again locked away in solitude.
Surrounded by the cold walls of remorse and self pity, I am overcome by an apathetic feeling of indifference.
And I simply see no more reason to think or reflect at all.
For the truth is blind, and plain to see
And it's coated with the drug of hypocrisy
So I swallow it down, and spit up the shell
As I bang on the walls of my flesh bound cell.
An escape appears so impossible,
locked up with the stories of a far gone yesterday
Tied up with chains made up of hellish routine
and dollar bills
Sealed by the very essence of oblivious obligation
Behind hardened, frigid bars
of the thickest self-imposed steel
and shrouded by veils of greed and contempt
to close the mind and hide the hope of realization
And as I gaze out of these optical prison windows,
I long for that feeling of freedom again
The sweet serenity of naivety.
Looking to the skies once more a pale, faint glimmer of hope shines through dark clouds over the horizon
As I stare off into the vast open space
of possibility and the unknown
I pause as I begin to remember exactly what it is to dream
And an astonishing revelation comes into focus
To explore and rediscover the new,
to cradle my last spark of innocence and purity
And to always fly free with limitless imagination
For the keys to all of our own prisons,
Are the simple joys of our own inner youth.
copyright 2004- Davey Harlequin