Chaos Among The Clouds

Fore forth is the sight of the rabbit hole

A birthright cascaded to the heels of chaos

Yet only bent by the false deity of time

And altered to the alter of space 

What lies are held in ones own life 

Together what history has been left by the ambition of one self-righteous  man 

Undoubtedly  culture is rich with a con full perception of ignorance  

But this comes from he who seems to be nothing more than a savage individual 

Though savagery can be somewhat liberating 

To those that have been drowned with an overwhelming sense of order

Unexplained notions of what must be done

Have carved it’s way into our ongoing draining vitality 

While brutality has become more of the norm.

Nevertheless I digress 

For ideas can move mountian

A simple word can slaughter legions

Fear is a god that loses it’s power if not believed in  

And I lay among the clouds 

Forever flowing as an obsever 

Until it rains or until the sunshines

Granted paradise is more the of a reality of one’s own outlook

In spite of that can you honestly tell me what real is

If we ourselves are no more than empty space

For a void that thinks for itself… Isn’t that divine 

~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~