Writings - Poetry - 2006

Conviction Sufferage

Monday, November 6th, 2006

Gravitate
Back towards the purpose
Don't reenter
Into the cloud

(It's poisonous)

Collaborate
With the life of my center
Don't steer me
Out and about

(My catalyst)

Resist, resist
Desist in these temptings
This calm is so cool
It tastes of foolishness
Resist, resist
This package of empty
Promises and falsehood of use

Yet it calls to me
As it sneaks me into battle
With my wits
And habits conviction
Sentiments
Need I rely?
On adamant
Support and attention

Little whisper off the wind
Let us not make pretend
Let us not decide the end

(It's poisonous, my catalyst)

Triggers longings I resist
Clench sweet sweat inside my fist
This last attempt at this request
It so poisonous, my catalyst

Dimmed my view within the toxin
As I washed myself within it
It forfeits me
With no regret
Yet I fortified it
Drew the breath as I resigned
So inclined to forget it all
I would have too
If not for one
Vague conception of failure
Fore I was so much better
Without the bane contained inside me

Flush it out
It pulled me down
Like an anchor weight
I wait to drown
Asphyxiate
My grimace frown
Flushed it out
It pulled me down

This poisonous catalyst
What am I within this?

(So poisonous)

So venomous this method is
What am I without this?

(The catalyst)

Seething still, it begs for me
My better judgments torn
The desire pulls my puppet strings
And I am child once more
My decisions move for better choice
My reason clouds behind my voice
In that cloud so toxic
Am I lost inside it?