A Hierarchy of Angels

Forgive me if I fail to see

The flattery in your Joie de vivre

Correct me if I’m insincere

In disregarding the context of your cheer

What’s left tomorrow is often the rejected

Frames of today

Distinguish yourself through honor

Open your heart to verite and

All the lies will fade away

Forgery of purpose is impossible

If dedication is one’s only vice

Destitution of promise is but

A reflection of internal strife

To calm such seas in tumult

Simply intuit the breath, exhaling

All denials and debilitating thrush

And such is the way

And such is the path

     To delve fully in such direction

     Is to submit to potent tracts

In truth there is forgiveness

In strength one finds the gravity of love

     In harmony there lives a peaceful serenade

     Serenity one could almost touch

As one walks the valleys of the parent

All allegories are revealed

When one accepts all that is as what is served

There will be a hierarchy of angels revealed

It's Something Like...

Starting fresh,

                Reset every failure, you’ve endured

                Ignore each temptation, which allures

                Slam shut all the doors that refuse to close

The past will never completely wash away from who you are,

The breadth is overtly familiar, complete recall of direct memory,

Tiny fibers replicate within the soul, promoting strength in palate,

And Diversity in scope,

Its tapestry enables the mind to reconfigure, reorganize, reproduce,

And repopulate images, from the most unlikely source,

                Wash away your walls of painted indecision

                Choose the path of most resistance,

                Ignore instruction altogether, and try that thing you’ve always needed to,

Enlightenment,

                Atoms bouncing up and down

                Jumping synapse from gap to gap

                Designing unique perspectives each half-life

Everything you ever earned, simple and trite,

Every lesson ever learned, inconsequential, neither wrong nor right,

Shapes and Image changing tint on cue, a reoccupation of a limited history,

Expanding everything you thought you ever knew,

Irrationality is universal, boundless and uncontained,

 Like love, unconditional, impossible to explain,

Improbability becomes your roadmap, spontaneity your guide