Friday, January 30, 2015

Zeroes, Ones, Rocks and Digits

Ever doth my light
Carve out the definitions of shadows
Before their nonexistence
Is finally revealed.

With the lick of every flame
Morphs the craft of every shadow,
As change is constant
In the furniture of matter.

The waves of heaven and hell,
In the meanwhile,
Lap the shores of our consciousness,
And we must endure till the end.

A man's character is revealed in extremes.
Therefore, a lady must throw
Shit tests at him in order to
Measure the parameters of his demons.

Testing people pulls out
What they'd rather keep hidden.
What are some test you use with people
To determine roles they shall play for you?

Just notice the similarities
Between the word "gravity" & the word "grave."
Doth death pulleth us
Unconsciously towards it?

A person who is confident,
And can hide that confidence
Is equivalent to the fabled "sheathed sword."
And, by association,
The wolf in sheep's clothing.

So many laughable sub-communications.
Are they transparent?
Do their flaws
Make you feel exposed at times?

How many mating cues
Can you pack in a minute?
I'll bet you're unconscious of them all.
After all, it's those evil unnomina
Who perceive them, right?

But isn't fucking a continuous process
That rises and falls in intervals,
Rather than a categorized series of steps?
Isn't it fluid?

Oh, you mean it's a subtle vibe
That you carry around
Like a dainty scarf, Catching the notice of passersby,
Wind, and ether?

Well, we do know that something sells,
Something smells, and something tells.
Between the canyons of perception
They do undress.

eVan--January 30th, 2015