they never understood. i only wanted to build,
knowledge fulfilled, often concealed, a philosopher's guild
inoperative villagers that cling to their pasts,
who pray for better days but never live for a chance
to experience a presence in a moment's retention
appearance and description never closer to essence
than a sense or a sound. stop breathing when it's better to drown
many quick to start their sentences non-sequiter bound
i tried to make them leave a life, objective as ground
silent solipsism. an exercise rejected aloud
i wanted to cry. knowing all my prophets will die
without an opportunity to conquer their pride
Gods also will die, yet their posters claim them wanted: alive
embracing tradition, claiming a vision consciously blind
tossed to the side. i taught for years my students in solitude
which facets of intelligence were crucial to constitute
not for truth, or honor. but liberation and choice
pray for a voice, scream and rip a lung for saints to anoint
it's unfortunate to see. i only wanted to teach
an apocryphal breach, til grasshoppers see their options increase
no deity or pacifist could promise them peace
i only promise a piece. ignorant and honest as priests
but limitation served to be the dominant beast
tempted by ineptitude and awkward retreat
to casualty. to ancestry. to a doctrinal leash
common deceits, grandparents and "i gotta" beliefs
banished from their village in 2003
walked Europa ever since, a wandering sheik
i told them there was life outside, a planet for apes
building shiny bullets lit aflame to hatch an escape
there's more than this. there has to be. don't panic, relate
i'm just another bastard child of passionate faith..
in something else. love and health. i wanted to know.
craved knowledge for roses concrete-laiden, blossoming growth
bounty on my head, i've since been walking this road
they never understood. just stood there watching me go.
i can't help you, if you won't let me
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