Labyrinth of Consciousness
[by S. David]
Everything
so neat
So patterned
You’re in a rut
A world of
Repetition
Comfortable
So you thought
So you think
Ease down
Meditate
Life
Circle game
But wait
Mind tricks
Mind games
Your thoughts
Turn about
Turn again
Again
The path
You follow
Turns again
Choices choices
Life becomes
A maze
A labyrinth
Look at it
As from above
So many turnings
Dead ends but
There is a boundary
And your thinking
Leads to dead ends
End dead
And you die
And you will
Mold all that is
Left is bone
Rip and Render
[by S. David]
Failure
Do it
Again he pictured
The pattern
So perfectly
In his mind
A perfect
Celebration
With mystical
Meanings and
Properties too
He had drawn
It so precisely
Meant it to be
An act of
Homage
And yet and yet
Something wrong
Something missing
Four times before
Weeks of labor
Each just
Lacking something
He ripped it up
Like the others
Said a brief
Prayer and
Incantation
Started over
Again
To render
The patterned
Portal for
Certain minds
To enter
To leave
Behind
Erythraean Sibyl
[by S. David]
And
she reads
From the Book
Of Fate
Predictions
That will
Come true
Your life
Society
All writ down
All predictable
Is there no ease
No rescue
No choices
Hah laugh
In the face
Of what will
Be change
‘Will’ for ‘may’
There Are
Choices so
If Fate is
A bitch
Fuck her
AnywayMore of S. David's work can be found at http://theskaldicsoul.com/




























