Walking Through The Forrest

Time-Line

   Life and it's crazy ways.

Seeing those of old age, brings thoughts of how their time is near.

   For the youth is immortal and strong.

Though naivety beguiles, giving false creed to longevity.

   It is far more likely patient wisdom will out live the intemperate young.

   As random selection seeks those who don't need a watch.

Science

   I lay still, though still I move, in thought and spirit.

I move though I am still, in presence and desire.

   I exist for I am present, though presently I am no one.

One of many, and the many are just one.

   Me, myself and I, the equation of who?

An equivalence to no other, it's mathematical.

   Subtraction and addition, maintains equilibrium.

Multiplication over division, the theorem.

   Thoughts fermented, the serum.

A science discovered for dilerium.

   At a table of elements devoid of minerals.

Observing the food chain to nourish the psychology.

   Consuming vegetation, for thoughts higher than astrology.

Chromatology of the flesh, and spirituality.

   Before the wake of thanatology.

For time is the only relativity.

Regardless

   Look at myself.

I find myself, by myself.

   No, not because i'm lonely.

Him, he who that exists.

   In an existence, unlike any other existing.

For any other who exists is unlike.

   In the land of difference, while being indifferent.

Just different, reading a Bible for direction.

   That doesn't mean everything is sticking.

Though often it's text comes forth for recollection.

   At times worldly methods are needed for protection.

Do i have to turn the other cheek?

   Or can I violate, because they were violating?

Without having a violation against the soul, to be burning.

   In the depths of hell.

If every instance didn't apply to heavenly wording.

   Lean not to one's own understanding.

A lot c...

Contrite

   Boxed in, there's nowhere to go.

It's everywhere, lurking.

   Anticipating, it's closing in.

When the sun shines bright.

   Even when the stars flicker at night.

Just walking through the crowds.

   Or in the silence of lonliness.

It moves in the background.

   Bathing in the sweat of nightmares.

It listens, and waits.

   It wants the dreams.

Famished for the joy.

   Craving for any happiness.

It drinks tears, and is always thirsty.

   Enthralled, it desires sorrow.

Void of empathy, it's heartless.

   Cold, frigid, and blistery.

It's chill induces misery.

   For the dark has arms.

And it wants to hold me tight.

Wild

   Don't turn your head, look, look deep.

Into the eyes of the untamed.

   Born in the wilderness.

Exposed to the elements.

   Harsh extremes of nature's wrath.

Physical adapted to the unforgiving terrain of predators.

   To blend, camouflaged, vanished within.

The brush, the dark, silent, waiting.

   Watching, those who wander.

Unfamiliar, as they stumble along.

   Danger, it's felt, it's known.

But safety has failed sensibility.

   Instincts ignored and forgotten.

The scent is strong, the smell of fear and unease.

   Master of patience, muscles primed, claws out.

Teeth exposed, yet not time to pounce.

   Just a little closer, almost near.

The roar of terror.

   There you are, now you may...

Arrogant

   The way you can bank on me, I should be a currency.

Currently, my current is electricity.

   I get amped off the voltage running through my body.

It should be no shock, once your plugged into me.

   Powering up your mind, shinning light internally

Third rail effect if your not grounded, a tragedy.

   No Chaka or Kanye, but i move through the wire, conductivity.

Spitting without saliva, yet it flows fluidly.

   Not many can do this, but fools have fooled themselves foolishly.

The foulness of fallacy.

    Facts from fakers fearing failure formed fradulently.

Weather the storm and establish superiority.

   Take no prisoners, the fight requires savagery.

From rooftops to mountain tops, sea to shining sea.

   Get raw when it's time for war, victory or defeat.

Dilly Dally

   Heaven, hell, here, beyond.

Disappear, reapper, going, gone.

   Life, light, death, nocturne.

Was, never, didn't,  did.

   Lumbering a stump, but swinging a twig.

Crane, crab, crest, crib.

   Drain, dug, drink, dig.

Lions, goats, deer, pigs.

   Lazy, working, priveleged, rigged.

Hurt, whole, broken, healed.

   Crossroads, straight and narrows, minefields.

Open and close, reviewed, sealed.

   Hot, warm, cold, then zero.

Real, fraudulant, villian, and hero.

   Plain, different, normal, weirdo.

Care, non caring, open minded, judgemental.

   Rocks, knives, swords, pistols.

Truth, lies, genuine, hypocritical.

   Worthy, worthless, small, monumental.

Major, minor, stable, critica...

Static

   Hyroglyphics off hydroponics.

Most still on phonics, supersonic, when i move.

   Neither here nor there, rather everywhere.

Omnipiotence on cruise.

   Good and bad, swinging bat for my moods.

Single to homerun, i'm happoy, attitude on cool.

   Pop up to strike out, you need to move.

Faster than roadrunner, dodging Acme tools.

   Don't be a fool, these eyes don't cry.

Star wars, when an empire strikes back, returns the jedi.

   Infrared light sabers, hit the mark on vitals that are major.

See you later alligator.

   Innovator, creator, leaving craters.

For what i drop is only for the heavyweighters.

   No need to cater, self serving originator.

Hostile with no smile on the prowl with a growl then howl, get a towel.

   Be...

Walking Through The Forrest

   As they whom exist walk past.

Thought they move, are yet still.

   Walking through this forrest.

I can spot the enemies.

   The grizzlies and wolves hidden.

I see what you hide trees.

   The tough brush is full of sharp teeth.

I watch the deer and elks wander.

   Wandering with no intent, into the hungry patience.

Wondering, when will they evolve, adapting to danger.

   Or are they simply destined, to be prey umongst the timbered roots.

Off Grid

I smoke, and think upon those who built temples.

   Don't worry about social credentials.

Just the basics, keep it simple.

   Make moves without creating too many ripples.

For people are fickle.

   Laugh now, cry later, isn't a riddle.

For those who do to much, end up in a pickle.

   Cucumbers, soaking in vinegar.

It's cold outside, icicles.

   Not one tear will trickle.

If you have no class, dismissal.

   Explosive thoughts, like impact from missiles.

That surpass the flesh, and gets down to the gristle.

   Gain attention like blowing a whistle.

Sculpting what you need to see like a chisel.

   More vivid than the TV you watch, supplied by cable.

Fiber optic brainwashing at your service, your not you.

   Invasion, not of the body, but the ment...