Tattoos

Today The Sun shines, bright and majestic

Guiding those of us who know along our ever-wayward passageways

Our lives are composed with nothing but pure continuity

This pointless, never-ending urge that they have to crack the Universal Code

The thinning veil has been lifted up high above all of our heads

We have allowed all of our vital juices to become ingested by some unseen, volatile creature that hangs out just beyond our crown chakras

One of many beings spoken of in patterns that are only made distinguishable by our story telling ancestors

Verbal tattoos, passed down through the ages of man-made time

Becoming pictures and words upon pages that have mostly all been torn from their native scriptures

Kept hidden and locked away somewhere in the taboo

Pictograms form in the clouded skies of identities that have long been etched in the granite and limestone of cave walls to eradicate the vision quest of the future sage

The non-believers become enraged by their own silly skepticism and are forced to find the perfect answers

Some cannot write, nor draw , nor physically create anything due to childhoods fueled with nothing but lies and guilt-ridden mental masturbation

So, as all of the adolescence evaporates from their souls, they began blanketing their fleshy exoskkeletons with morbid tattoos

Art work becomes addiction that they can feel deep within their skin

It is what tends to happen when the mind represses one from their own inherent talents that they end up being without altogether

Intuition shadows the shadow of their doubt, creating barricades erected by mortal fear

They find themselves taking all of their own tests

Nothing good ever comes from being relentlessly followed, then blatantly second-guessed

Now every time their inner voices tell them what they were meant to become, they find themselves somehow underneath the millionth pinprick of a high-powered needle

From complicated to comfortably numb....

3/5/2010