Vices & Visions-->

Here I am, being me in a way that I may not choose for my own.

Secretly, I could be choosing something my soul’s already sewn.

Turns in life’s path that can draw my walking pace to rapid chaos.

Sweeping tornado of beauty’s pleasant gain and mighty misery of loss.

Not one to be consumed with pleasure and cast away former gain in disregard.

Groomed for patience, ease and measure but now dealt an unusual card.

Under my mind’s watchful eye I must not give a second or third glance.

Challenged by my soul’s changing election as it forces the arms of chance.

Some decisions are fruit for the picking and you get one or another selection.

Some moments your soul casts in stone your choices to illogical direction.

A man’s life is filled with fruit for the soul giving some rotten and some ripe.

Guilt for desire to in all things be filled with gloriousness of every stripe.

Such ambitions make good men great but are at the core of man’s vice.

What’s pleasant can be wicked and what’s good for the soul isn’t always nice.

What’s wet isn’t always rain and you can’t shake the unshakable to submission.

If the you inside you has a solid now purpose then let that you do the pitchin’.

No truth was ever achieved without the blessing of god and knowledge of self.

The tragedy of knowing one’s self is knowing what may have to be put on the shelf.

Things made in pursuit of passion can be as beautiful as they are danger filled.

Juicy and smooth are less attractive when your cup is empty and spilled.