CORPUS KALEB
Revolt
Wrong or right meals are what
we are,
Carved by egos to forge each step.
Rational hearts throb like seas.
Open minds bring regimes to their knees.
Ponds are deeper than they seem.
Rivers more swift than cosmic dynamics.
Tears that stream aren't always from pain,
Arms once closed might open again.
Free
fall
Swept up like steam swirling
through alerons,
Anticipating tilts and rocks, torn from the earth
Palms outstretched pull at the night.
Silence, whispers, roar.
Let go.
Rights of nature listed in mind
Fear warps vanity to fine bits of hope.
Humbled by heaven turning her
blind eye.
Do what you will.
What you do with your gift is in your control
Harbor the umbilical, return to origins.
Automatons pump out lives
kneading futures to further gains,
Set in cadence with the era.
Left, right, left
Our path mapped out before us
If I trip, I'm whipped.
Stay down.
The ocean ripples around the
heels
Previously struck by minions of commerce
Monitizing eyes watch me dive
Cover windows with pitch and oil
Existence is solely for the soul.
Eyes that blink
Look at things new
Those never directed to
A world not known before
I am the rock that starts off
waves,
Upon the flat glassy expanse
The
Soul Rift
Time takes my hand,
Leads me to the light.
There I walk,
Among idols and golden pets.
I saw it approach.
I knelt down prostrate,
He told me to rise.
Father, what would you have me
do?
Son,
admit your mind,
Be at ease,
Your works are done.
Hold fast,
Over your fortune,
It has done well.
Outside,
Moonbeams dance,
Over the lake
Shhh, listen.
Snow feathers your dark hair,
Crunching under foot.
The horizon,
Pink like plum petals.
So quit here.
I sit on a fallen limb.
You join me.
In comfort.
I have only felt this once before.
My foot pushes
The ground gives.