poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


Like the jaws of a lion
After consuming prey

Like the laws of zion
After throwing away

All of the raw messiah
Calling to us from...

... Where?

Is this the sixth dimension
Seventh, eighth, clear?
Like the skies so blue
Will even I die too

Is the truth still true
Or were they all on crack
The ones who did create
This ancient artifact

One thing is for certain
There is no going back
We have closed the curtains
In shadows we exact

The right amount of pleasure
The correct amount of pain
So that we can all live justly
Or so we can refrain

From the just side of our living
And believe we did it wrong
Even when we're always giving
We feel like we don't belong

The grass is always greener
On the other side of the fence
When we have lived our life and seen earth
I wonder, will it make sense?

Like the shield of an alien
After staying at bay

Like the mind of a Mayan
After waking a day

In a shoulderlong cape
A wonder, a world...

A mistake?

Is this our time that calls us
Is there time, or just we?
Did we create all that appauls us?
Did we create all that we leave?

Behind us when we gather
Under the starspangled banner
Regardless of race or gender
The world, a common sender

Nature is truly disgusting
The earth is revolting in nature
Lust and trust and we must think
We must learn to not grow greater

Grow larger than we can handle
The balance of common cash
A sandle in the sand, is all
We have in the hope we stash

Sinking, drifting, dissapearing
Reappearing, straying, staying
Withering as the weight of the world
Pushes down upon us

Are we real or was it uncalled for?
The right, the wrong, the frail and kind
Our existence is appauling and lawfull
And words are all that come to mind

Even though theire false, even though I know
That they are human, and we will go
Away someday, and take with us
The world