The Truth Room

Come with me my Brother, to a secret place where Light and Shadow line the face with fear and grace, leave sophmoric style, wry smile and sly bile on the road of your forgotten mile, sick sarcasm is the symptom of envy, a pet to your heart destroyer, such artifice and malice have no language in this room of roasted dreams, Enter through the damaged door, touch the destruction of vandals, you have never been here before, where gold blood cuts the floor, do you see how the walls move like squalls at our approach, feel how they tell stories with the sensations of defeat, anxiety, impropriety, in here we witness a collection of seperate yet synthesized segments of Self, childhood torment, shallow manhood, virility limp as stolen victory, underachievement, the underbelly of your arrogance, flacid like placid passion, We journey further into this gallery of emotional gallows smelt by the hurt of innumerable adavances repelled by the demands of Quality, you will writhe wildly from the harrowing healing leeching into your concepts of self control, graceful in absorbtion of Truth's attrition, fruitless ambition shall now cling as cleaving contrition, your face Brother, look long into the shimmer of sorrow become the old, tattooed you are like a snake's skin checkered and beautiful with scaled episodes of submission and aggression, dying to be Divine, I want you to know that there is no exit of ease from this place Brother, we trek within your very Soul, this is the home and harbor of everything you've decided to be, there are other rooms here, some of joy and some of strife, but you leave not the Truth Room of your anger until the Light finds no fault in your intention - J.A.B.