So I'm still busy with my bigger stuff, so this is another "In the meantime" post. Enjoy.
Oh the joy, the joy
Set forth it's way
In the image of water
In the Heat of the Day.
A precious salve
That's a vicious torment
Until it contacts
The flesh that's without
or within.
A moment
Of ecstatic
Satisfaction
Is all it can be.
But what more
could you want
or expect
From Water
In the Heat
Of the Day.
As I sit upon this lofty throne
The world ablaze around me.
My faithful servant, standing proud,
Its shoulder a perch below me.
Where, I wonder, is left to wander,
Now that none can stop me?
What, I wonder, is left to plunder,
With no one there to fight me?
What is the point of a death machine
When it has done what it was designed to do?
What is the point of any machine,
If the machine exists, but not you?
Look out
For the man
Of whom it is said
That even
His Anger
Is Kindness
That Man is a Liar.
But when you hear
Of a Man
Who even
In Anger
Is Kind
Always ask:
"How can I tell if it's True?"
And if
You encounter
A man
On your path
Who is Angry
Because he is Kind
He is the Man that you Trust.
Peace, Love and a Little Madness
Nomad.
