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Zero Minus Love/Infinite Limit

I left home when was I only fourteen,
To travel away from the King and Queen,
I had to get out for my mind was mangled,
and my flamin’ fingers all were tangled,
 
I arrived at an airport on a flying machine,
Erupting from fire as it swayed and gleamed,
In the rain I stood against a new land,
With a young mans mind against times sand,
 
Life was lived,
Life was had,
I met some strange characters in that obtrusive land,
Many who didn’t believe what they could see,
Many who couldn’t believe what could be,
 
The Court Fool I met mesmerized me,
And his Mother was something of a Queen Jane,
He tried to control me so I couldn’t be free,
And she just begged me to replay all the games,
The sick ones do,
When they have no one to go to,
 
My multicolored insignificant mind explored,
The realities of thoughts only I could be gifted for,
Pieces of paper becoming more than just sheets,
And tears of confusion becoming more prevalent,
Through the strange characters I continued to meet,
 
Love was lived,
Love was had,
Many young girls gave what they could,
With myself throwing my heart in wherever it could fit,
They were laughable now looking back,
But they were princesses in my eyes completely lit,
That would tangle, and disappear like white turns to black,
Like how the sun throws itself into night,
Like how the moon must fade to make day,
They were girls I should’ve thrown away,
 
I was confused for everyone seemed to know me,
But I did not know them from Adam or Eve,
The Court Fool clinging to my feet like a shining anchor,
And his Family clinging to me like a exploded oil tanker,
 
I roamed and rambled while I lived in California,
Saw the long lost streets of Mexico,
Where they burn their garbage in the streets,
Making the land light up in such desperation,
Such sadness, such a difference between where,
I lived and expected perfected continued continuance,
 
I met a girl by a sewage drain,
I smelled slime while the hard rain fell,
I saw the hope of lost little ones with no home,
I saw things that burned into my bones,
 
And so it finally did happen,
As it could’ve been foreseen,
The fall of the mighty king,
Dragged to the stocks,
By the Fool and his Evil Queen,
All for kiss given freely,
A kiss given lightly,
A kiss given that would shake the Earth,
And my conception of all that was,
Yes they landed me in the stocks,
On the basis of a frame for the standing of time,
Based off insanity from two insane minds,
I never could see coming,
I never saw it coming for I was young,
I was blind,
 
So I rambled out of the wild ole’ West,
Leaving because the Present was affecting the Past
And the Future only seemed too dangerous to drink,
I was a King on the run from the most dangerous ones,
Murderous bandits that insanity betrayed unto to me,
And would do whatever they could to kill,
All I had become in the Utopia I thought I had found,
Friends now enemies, with one who loved me,
Who had stood against the lightening as I was bound,
To lies upon lies that encircled my true self,
So I lost then ran for I had to,
The insane ones are still left,
Speaking in false tongues,
Causing nothing but fright,  
They still haunt me years gone now
In the deepest of night,
 
For her,
I owe rubies and diamonds,
For her,
I say thank you,
For her,
I say still say I love you,
For you caught me while I was stuck in the chasm,
For you are the dream lover of my life,
You will always be my hero, my sweet Jasmine,
 
Altered states and states altering all around me,
I shall end here,
For I have been and see almost everywhere
The battle has been fought and won,
The crazy ones still breathe however much I wish,
Something would make their breathing gone,
I am a broken man,
I am a broken soul,
I live on top of a beautifully colored,
Totem pole,
To fix myself in whatever way the Future can hold,
The crazy evil Court Jester fool and your sick family breed of dogs,
Disgusting vomit not fit for the Earth within which we breathe,
Crazy babbling liars who deserved to hanged until they are gone,
Poisonous clan of snakes is what you are,
Dog murdering, family stalking, unrelenting slime,
Without any worth, I pray your happiness, and some of mine,
I pray for your hopeful future to be whatever it may become,
For what you face after this life,
Is a firing squad,
Not allowing you to die,
Constantly shooting and reloading their guns,
For what you face after this life,
I pray it is slow and full of pain,
Full of sadness and cold rain,
I forgive you, you sick cannibals,
I forgive you and hope you to find,
Peace within thyself,
For without knowledge of self,
There will only remain dust,
Upon life’s shelf,
 
Praise be to God,
Praise be to love,
Praise be to hope,
Praise be to loss,
Praise to be life,
And its true understanding,
Experience will buy you all you’ll ever need,
And disguise itself in painful fashions,
Yet,
For all the pain I’ve felt and been forced upon,
I’d never trade it for it has made me,
The man I have become...

Comment would be welcome and appreciated a lot. This one is very close to me. Thanks.

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