Deflection,
Misdirection,
Wiles and ways.
These are detestable –
To those with transparent hearts.
Honor demands truth,
Truth begets trust,
Everything collapses otherwise.
You play by old rules,
Savage rules.
A shaking of the head,
A slitting of the throat.
Brutal ends.
Games I long ago mastered,
Vowed never to use again.
I want to be better,
Than I used to be.
Egocentrism –
One must live for infinity.
Isn’t comfortable with lying in the dirt,
Rocks and roots between your ribs.
Blood across the carpets of moss.
This is who we choose to be.
Every waking hour,
Of every waking day.
Mourn those that fail to grow,
There is no greater loss.
time is precious
theres so little left
Living in hyperbole,
Five times speed.
Living Kaio-Ken!
Not as fun as it sounds.
Visualizing time?
Playing string theory.
One must choose.
As surely as I have fallen into madness,
A dozen times.
Consumed by the void.
Purgatory dreaming,
Strewn between twilights.
One must choose.
May the monk always win,
May the demons always lose.
May you learn not to play by old rules.
It’ll destroy you, ere you do.
There is –
But this final moment.
Suspended in amber.
A dozen roses across the floor,
Fertilizer!
All.
Take my skull,
Carve me into divinity.
Let me watch your destiny.
Choice.
Choosing.
You might never answer,
That’s your cowardice.
Not mine.
The monk prevails,
When we need him to.
The Monk Prevails.
