Regret

The arrogance
of waiting
is waiting
without the strength required
to see this through

All the elegance
of submission
all the requirements
of Armageddon

all the necessities
of the void

We keep to ourselves
the tragedy
while those writing the story
pause to themselves
thinking not of the requirments of life
rather the deceit of dreams
pulls them in

to forever rest
at the bottom of the ocean of thought
the created


Keeping much to themselves
we ponder at the age old glory
seeing the forest for the trees
was never a fad
given in jest
to the succeeding generation
taken upon its wants
like a newborn
with everything
a new toy


The deepness
can't be faked
can't be surrendured to
whats more to know
it's in the stare given to you
to show whats beneath your appearance
as if your eyes could not see
and your ears could not hear
you were given the absolute
upon your shoulders
rests the past
the past is as common
as that which precedes you
preceding your new throne
you have crowned yourself king
it's a new day
here we are to surrender to the unknown
and upon this transitory resting bed
we rest our wants
ready for the next step
ready for the betrayel which always comes
with the new day
comes new suffering
some of it brings a memory
of the past
for that which we need no reminding
I have suffered
and in this I know
that I will not turn away
from this life
despite my weakness
and my material causes
those which begin my suffering
yet again


I am illuminated by my creator
bringing out the best in me
was never easier
than true faith
A surrender which lasts forever


Begone pain I say
this new day
is quite nice
Perhaps the transitory
can rest
upon its maker
as we share our maker
with all of the loved
all of the redeemed
quest not for that which follows material
to be alone
to be perfect in solidarity
true strength
comes to those with faith
in the unseen strength between us
and seperating us
is a vast ocean of symbiosis
all of life sharing
in the victory
and defeat
of mortality
while the nectar
is drunk
the beauty revealed
to those who can see
not for which we give
reprehension
or oaths


To not give oaths
is a virtue
to those who can see
their own ability
too humble to swear themselves over
to a cause
too humble to swear themselves over
to an end
the humility
is your best defense
from the shame
which perpetuates itself
perpetuates the suffering
it could go on forever


So take from me
that which I am given
and you miss what is given to you
take from me that which does not belong
to me
and share in the surrender
 the falseness needs a new king
perhaps the rule will be sweet
and perhaps the sun needs a new twin
seeing not that which is front of you
do not regret the limitations
given to you
perhaps the answer is in the question
in the beginning of wonder
in the truthfullness
of repression
in the illusion
of doubt
your belief is plain to see
that you believe in yourself
tell me not what you believe in
for had you no belief your tongue would not move
had you no strength your body would collapse
and had you no fear your body would never
stop

We need not that which is given to others
and that which is beginning
saved and again we venture
into the unknown
not to be known
as we are
rather to be known
as what we are becoming
and the angels speak
not to those who deceive
have not the need to deceive
and perhaps awake you will be

Forever is a long time to wait
for the end
so let it be
your creator does not want
the simplicity of self doubt
regretting itself
you were told a clever story
do not repeat
the lie
of trying out of fear
an answer will be given to you
it will keep you
but will you keep it?
regretting an indecision
regretting a spitefulness
regret too much
and your head will be lost
not in that which is in front of you
or behind
but rather no where
but your mind