Laureate & Soulstice - Anatomy Of A Future
Laureate
Soulstice
Anatomy of the Future
It’s a challenge I can’t swallow
For time is ever changing…and
The reliable unpredictable when
They refuse to try any more, the
Sheets cast off the bed by a wave
And ripple effect of your lover
Leaving and slamming the door
With a thud in your head, that
Resonates throwing off the beat
Of your dying heart, the pulse
Hastens, casting your mind and
Thoughts off the rhythm you
Worked so hard to perfect,
The drums, banging outside
The window of your past
Clash with the song playing
In your head, but somehow
You knew the change was
Coming, when you tried to
Dissect what has yet to occur
And found only threads and
Shards of the broken pieces
Of your past, maybe, just
Maybe the future holds a
Memory, which you cannot
Escape, the circle of life leaves
You occupied, and when you
Try to push too far ahead, you
Run into your back…and stop
As the cuckoo bird flies
majestically overhead,
over the Grandfather
Mountains toward Zeitgeist.
Analyze the situation -
mark you birthday in blood
on the calender of eternity.
A surgeon dissecting my
melting clocks, he found
a hundred forks in the road
stones blocked up in its
kidney. He found a
terrible choice tumor
on my brain's cortex
He searched and searched
for a map toward my funeral
but I was yet to draw one
up. So I stenciled my
way past the tumor and
patrolled through the
kidney stones until I
reached my resing place.
A place to go when the
second hand races me.
I found home. Where
it's heart was.