Animal's House of Muse

Vibes to Feed the Hasty Soul with the States of All that Matters

Month: March, 2016

1. It’s Not Polite to Stare in Contest

Some claim that Madness is a frenzy
That it is the self, objectified
Free for possession, to be swept away
By the very winds
Which transform moments into progress
Nay, I contest
Madness is free from possession
Madness is the self, contained
Madness is seeing God
Face to Face
Without having to lift a finger
Without slight to hip
Bearing the weight of witness
In stride with the world’s suspension
As one and the same appearance,
Claimed as such by its own volition
Madness is calm
It is still
It quietly listens without condition
– A miracle of precedence
One which even Death cannot perform
For Madness succumbs to no purpose
No point, no conclusion
And yet,
By merely stepping foot in Time,
It sets the measure for wholes,
On the whole,
Ad infinitum
Madness is order
Madness is stability
Madness… Madness knows

 

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Get Back to Work

Be wary of thoughts, prepossessing; so as not to expend your everlasting breath chasing after their content. They never find exhaustion, and your body will rot away long before ever catching a closer glimpse at the nature‚Äôs bounty which just done persuaded itself right past your presence…

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Not Above the Waterline

When the grounds of the graveyard had flooded
And the headstones lost sight of their feet
Souls wrapped in flesh not quite rotted
Ascended, their maker to meet
Creased clouds up above hinted promise
Lent quick glimpses for those left beneath
But because they dared glare
At redemption lain bare
Those old bones sold their swell for a peek

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