Tense Past
we celebrate choices
multiple voices
shouting from corners
separators or joiners
it matters little
this divergent riddle
no one has meaning
just posing and preening
the times cry for heart
but we can't seem to chart
where we need to be going
little room for knowing
leaves none for growing
we're all pulling apart
damn! call it out with the art!
for the whole not just part
not an end just a start
a suggestion for taking?
not out for rule making
but look less towards the me now
and more towards the see how
we need simple distractions
from surface attractions
dig deep in the creep
make that quantum leap
it's obvious I know
but you making it go?
seems it's right in our face
but doesn't fill up the space
between our left and right ear
or political career
I wonder what could be
that would make us see
are we so like the child
so easily beguiled
at just our own space
disregarding the race?
are we still on the run
or is it already done?
this the song of the swan?
don't gimmie that pawn!
no pretense for answer
to this creeping cancer
high wire dancer
no use necromancer
take a look inside
make a heart double wide
for a karma collide
that can't be denied
the limits the sky
if it's do or it's die
or do we lay as we lie
not wonderin why
except gimmie dat pie?
don't wanna bore
I've said it before
but we're out like a whore
need to cure this affliction
of this me addiction
but how does it come
if we're never the one?
it's gotta be you
if you want it to be me
tied together is free
not separate see?
if only we knew
how this gonna do
don't know do you?
but if we ain't gonna ask
peel away this death mask
no introspection commenced
no hope gonna last
if we remain so past tensed
then we'll be the tense past
multiple voices
shouting from corners
separators or joiners
it matters little
this divergent riddle
no one has meaning
just posing and preening
the times cry for heart
but we can't seem to chart
where we need to be going
little room for knowing
leaves none for growing
we're all pulling apart
damn! call it out with the art!
for the whole not just part
not an end just a start
a suggestion for taking?
not out for rule making
but look less towards the me now
and more towards the see how
we need simple distractions
from surface attractions
dig deep in the creep
make that quantum leap
it's obvious I know
but you making it go?
seems it's right in our face
but doesn't fill up the space
between our left and right ear
or political career
I wonder what could be
that would make us see
are we so like the child
so easily beguiled
at just our own space
disregarding the race?
are we still on the run
or is it already done?
this the song of the swan?
don't gimmie that pawn!
no pretense for answer
to this creeping cancer
high wire dancer
no use necromancer
take a look inside
make a heart double wide
for a karma collide
that can't be denied
the limits the sky
if it's do or it's die
or do we lay as we lie
not wonderin why
except gimmie dat pie?
don't wanna bore
I've said it before
but we're out like a whore
need to cure this affliction
of this me addiction
but how does it come
if we're never the one?
it's gotta be you
if you want it to be me
tied together is free
not separate see?
if only we knew
how this gonna do
don't know do you?
but if we ain't gonna ask
peel away this death mask
no introspection commenced
no hope gonna last
if we remain so past tensed
then we'll be the tense past
Written by Scott Schoffstall
© March 08, 2011
all rights reserved
http://www.poeticsojourn.com/the-sojourner.html
© March 08, 2011
all rights reserved
http://www.poeticsojourn.com/the-sojourner.html
