conscience

[PDRussell]

Your stare drives me to madness
and sadness as I return the glare,
relentlessly.
Forcing me to see the sight from all angles.
My plight is one of slight facts and details,
Conscious viciously latching onto the darkening corners of my mind.
This kind of suckling creates catestrophic
Tension to torment me
To the point of devious descision-making
This quaking of my conscious
Sometimes drives the darkness away
By coaxing motion from this silent
Staticity.
But must it move me to madness?
Can it not materialize moment by moment,
Slowly growing strong enough to cause controlled commotion,
Seizing my devotion slowly.
Fading in and out
With the ebb and tide of each new stride
I take.
The mistake is this
Why courageously crusade through
This abstract realm of thought
With brandished brutality in hand?
Am I in command of my method?
Hypocritality will not halt at this.
Only Cackling instead
From those shady confines curiously placed.
There's no need to breed
This venomous construct any further;
It may still roam at will,
But it will, NOT torment me ceaselessly.
I need to learn how to cultivate
conflicting concerns that will exist
without collision.
Absolute consistency
Is an impossibility.
Peace Out
Russ

 

[bc]

Russ, excellent to see you on the board my friend. When you read this, come up to my room and we'll smoke a bowl.
As for the writing, thanks for sharin' it. You have a unique way with words. If you scroll back a few pages, the thing you wrote in my book should be here (it's aptly titled "Russell's page").