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Current mood:  disappointed Category: Life
I'm not scared to light the candles in this world of wood and glass;
no one's followed me where the wall's have charred and
the floor's have succumb to the heat.
Vulnerability has never held me from sparking the flame;
none of have given their world immediately and
without hesitation to the hope.
Never has pain led me to resist draining deadly poison;
not a single one has surrendered their flesh and
accompanied me to the hearth.
My philosophy is unique in a sense.
Only one must follow it's ideals, which moves as far as one may allow
as low as hell or as high as the heavens.
Sacrifice becomes less a rarity and more a metaphorical lifestyle
giving time of thought over materials,
which would benefit the principle and leave the flesh to starve.
A conceptual piece meant to fit in the lives of many
all tied by need, satisfied by the one,
fed and watered with the one,
stabilized and protected with the one,
only to choose to discard or become another one.
My philosophy is unique in that sense.
Only one must follow it's ideals, which moves as far as one may handle
as toxic as pestilence or as majestic as the lives ( they encounter).
Sacrifice becomes less a gift and more an expected obligation
giving all of self over (personal) well-being,
which would become the egocentric and leave the needy to suffer.
A necessary evil meant to prosper int he lives of many
all tied by need, satisfied by the one,
fed and waters with the one('s meat and blood),
stabilized and protected with the one('s back and bones)
only to choose to consume or produce another one.
And though I light the candles nearly every night in this world of wood and glass
no one's dared to spread the embers and
none have willed to grow the fires and
not a single one gave to allow the warmth;
the heat, the hope, the hearth, that only one has chosen to produce
will forever be ravaged by pestilence before majesty for
my philosophy is unique in this sense:
Only one must follow it's ideals, which moves as long as one may endure.
Don't be afraid of tonight, because tomorrow we'll be tearing it all down.
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