long live the consumer sell out

I'm going to make this the last
vision of fields

the one where the flowers wilt
in Meadows

this one is for her and him
and them.

the sky is blue so they tell
from my room

the door has been closed for sometime
the outside world and its glamour doesn't
feed the soul as reading the old blue book
can...

master of mind
she can't do

the world will and can and is
Choking you.

but never mind sweet and flattering words for they
are sure to fleet

and fly high when
the opportunity
makes itself

the thing to do now is
let the greatest of tears
fall
and let the greatest memories fade

for what is life but
a place we brush up with
then our glory fades with love ones
history herstory
already fades

the grave is stone and dirt and grass
the urn is ash and enclosed dust
nothing really counters the
relinquished heartburn

if you want my opinion
be as a sheep not
a wolf

live how they want
and depression and sadness
will over come you in
a heart beat

if you want to know the secret of joy
then come and sit with me
we can discuss the
properties of man
we can expel doubt from the circle
and make squares

or we can just eat some food and
ask out bodies to hold up till the decay
allows them to rot
many are vain

but none like you
for you seek out
a truth
but deny the source

what would it be like if God
walked in the room?

would he see the
shallowness of your depth
and laugh
or
cry?

he'd probably go to
a cross and die.