Turning Anguish Part 1

5/21/11-5/22/11 I rule over the night undaunted with all my might I have time to spare all I can bare Watching the hand chime tugging…pushing…shoving through whirling toil that feed the spoil Perplexing strife refusing to give up Power and torment We are too caught up in our own power and ruling over each passing moment each passing night…destroying the twin towers Who’s doing all the blaming? Who’s choosing our faults? I’m tossed…shifting around with uncontrolled anguish Zipping…tripping over rambling bolts spiraling into a mad house Don’t enchant your intolerable voice I see no love dwelling in this household Do you seek for your power… you insufferable traitor? Seeking our upcoming doom brewing strife in the heap of ruins brewing strife while we still leave room to obey and remain under power You are assuming the worst father…mother… rule over the passing anguish…circling around stumbling around…not aware Hey you! play fair Behave and stay awhile before you feed the fire that holds sheer vile Allow love to not be thrown away into another pile I grasp no love engrained In our giving garden that plants ceaseless approval Pardon my faults I was far from comforting sleep Dread is driven mysteriously Through an endless night Moving on the tracks Forming into an alarming train Who’s doing all the blaming? Who’s choosing our faults? Who did the labor suitably? worthwhile father…pleasure-seeking mother Don’t enchant your intolerable voices and expect us to listen sensibly Demanding us to do labor and assist our displeased neighbor Why do you melt the delight away? Throwing away a flavor of ecstasy and put us to glove-less labor without putting our favor and opinion into the overlooked pile Burning agony dries the buried glee Saved for a grieving moment Playing like a warped tune… unable to express solitude that develops in the heart raped by the ragged uncertainties without taking heed of our pleas These desirable moments Cherished in the deplorable journey They weren’t acknowledged by power Love in those days were brand new Do you have a clue? they were cherished... Bountiful… stranded in a deserted past in merciful beauty…caught under the spell Where did that come to pass? Where’s the love? Who’s doing all the blaming? Who’s choosing our faults?