Pay attention, hush the little children
I am in a state of meditation, watch me as am building
one with my nature, so I write my architecture
my thoughts and my soul finds a merger in the paper
focus on the words, and feel my hearts texture
focus on the words, and feel the truth's texture
Dry words gather dew, into clouds, am coming through
the drought prone avenues of passive-without-a-clue
silent living, always an agitator from the beginning
like the beginning, my words calling forms into being
imagination is my description, pleasure is my depiction
words are my diction, thoughts are my precision
so don't silence me, silently watch creation panoramic-ally
see yourself become apparent like a piece fitting exacted-ly
accurately disfigure the falsehood of passivity
add precision to ambiguity, the complex gains clarity
as simple objects, that force us to conformity
and live thoughtlessly, unthoughted-ly
methodically, am peering into the vastness of anonymity
and begin knowing it and knowingly
seeming lost consciously,
the thinness of reality becomes obesity, explicitly
from high and low places
subjected to past and all tenses
space and time becomes relentless
hiding in myths cemented in undocumented senses
about the profane and the sacred
the true and the segregated
the outer limits that were misconstrued, and subdued
forming the pieces and cues that formed our attitudes
whats true seems friendly to thought and solitude
a relaxing on the grips to things we hold solid to
if truth is diamond, I respond boldly to
the need to subject it to swords, wouldn't you?
if I must begin to trust it, I gotta put it through
rigorous tests and measures, to assess its "true" nature
and when I embrace it, it may feel rough in its texture
but it becomes one with me, the being of my architecture
Pay attention, hush the little children
I am in a state of meditation, watch me as am building
one with my nature, so I write my architecture
my thoughts and my soul finds a merger in the paper
focus on the words, and feel my hearts texture
focus on the words, and feel the truth's texture
