Un Conscious

bigbadbillbigbadbill Posts: 1,758
edited April 2010 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Un Conscious

Maybe it was an accident that I was born
Maybe I am not who I seem to be
Lying about the truth,
Traveling next to me
Truthfully telling lies to me
How it lies, how it cries
Magnificent boundaries of barbed wire
Surrounding my inner conscious
Outer soul
My inner ear
My depth chart fear
I was born
I will die
My path is set
The fork in the road comes near
But yet, my conscious yearns for escape
A breath of fresh air
In and out of lungs expanding beautifully
Like a butterfly’s own span
A butterfly made of gold
Made of fear
A fear that abides to the rules
Set by me, obeyed by you
A stream of fresh air
Like waters running in time
Cadence of marching souls
How they march with time
Consequence of consciousness flows freely now
Freely flowing out, but how?
How is it that gravity knows no name?
How sad it is that things change by staying the same?
The answer is simple
It needs no other name
Written on your forehead
Living, dead
My conscious seems to be
11/6/95, 11/18/97, 7/13/98, 7/14/98, 10/24/00, 10/25/00, 10/28/00, 6/2/03, 6/3/03, 6/5/03, 7/6/06, 7/7/06, 7/9/06, 7/10/06, 7/13/06, 7/15/06, 7/16/06, 7/18/06, 10/21/06, 4/10/08, 4/13/08, 9/30/09, 10/1/09, 10/6/09, 10/7/09, 10/9/09
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