Stream of conscience
Sailing through a stream of conscience,
gliding gently over this reflective surface
paddling with a shovel, to unearth
all my past whispers and future promises.
I am to myself on this journey, seated
on the crafted bark of a fallen Oak.
Gaze at the sky where God holds his throne,
I am stunned of breath at this ice blue ceiling
stretching to infinity over all celestial planes.
Its majestic presence towers over my dwarfed insignificance.
The answers do not lie in the tranquilliser clouds
where birds sail on the wind of dreams
and spirits fall dumb in lack of oxygen.
Little islands of failed ideology clot the waters
and give sanctuary to the masses who wish to follow blindly.
Encountering cannibals of independent thought,
It is instructed to adopt the mask of each new ethic tribe;
to sink into their traditions as brutal savages and parasites.
These are my obstacles but I have focus and clarity of soul.
Lost to a destination unknown, staring through the fresh waters
observing in silent denial the ghost of my reflection
in constant change until it is unrecognisable, incomprehensible.
My youthfulness is eternal decay, drained
to nourish an expanding intellect.
Burdened with empty knowledge scratched upon my face,
tangled barbed ivy conceals identity in chaotic overgrowth.
Memory is malleable, contoured to suit a present purpose,
each distortion peels away a layer of truth,
until it fades as a falsely construed photograph.
My mind holds jagged shards of images
that will not gel together, as a puzzle without resolve.
I am sailing for twenty years at least though
I only just became sentient to this world.
At first chaos plagued the mind, unable to grasp its complexity.
Now my personality is at calm with its Siamese self,
they are lovers under duress of my obsessions.
Death and beauty are statuettes of darker seeds,
where shallow God falls I rise in streams of conscienceness
fragmented visions flow seamlessly from tributaries of psyche.
"I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else"-Richey Edwards
"Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time".
"Libraries gave us power
Then work came and made us free
What price now for a shallow piece of dignity"
Nicky Wire, A design for Life.
manic street preachers
"Rock 'n' roll is our epiphany
Culture, alienation, boredom and despair"
[This message has been edited by brian madden (edited 06-05-2000).]