I sat alone tied like a knot to my commitment to truth
In the grand shadow of the beacons that whispered in silence
I was told I couldn't do what it is I thought I should do
So I sat alone for a longer time and meditated on the idea

Invocation to art & love, that only favors the brave
I could no longer rest my head on the pillow of apathy
The great descending sky in the stifling heat
The starving ideas keeping the vultures at bay

I produced a compelling portrait of what was to come
Cannon-balls and Pile-ups, a crossroads of stick-ups,
Borrowing cliches from unsung heros that still sing
Window panes and still no natural light came through

Word Junkies on an everlasting fix
Nothing much to offer them in this fixed state
So I set sail in the ocean of my tranquil mind
I lifted the anchor & freed myself from an irrational past

My body now feels like a museum, housing artifacts
Where all the insides are waxed figures
Detailing something that once was, a benediction
"Here is his liver, and his kidney, and his heart..."

In the gallery of my thoughts there are still critics
That say it is too post-modern, or too bright in color
And I am still there to shrug them off
And pretend that I don't care what they say

I'm setting sail now and i hope that i never dock
Perhaps I will be swallowed by a great tempest
Or more likely caught in the shipwreck of my idealism
Either way I will be, just as i always have been...

--Harley, 12/09