A Birthday Ode (In Four Parts)
There is nothing, in particular
That i wish to say.
Anything i write, now,
Would be a rehash, a
Re wording of something that's
Gone Before.
Words like
Responsibility.
Accept.
Understand.
Have been used, so much as to be
Meaning Less.
They have become so much phonetic gibberish
Unbounded syllables,
Void of application.
Wanting to convey a message.
Unable to get past the words.
(The Feeling was there,
Had it but been pure. (Perhaps it could have continued)
What is purity?
What is Truth?
In Vino Veritas.)
A day of celebration.
A moment of Growth.
Expounded moments
Of faceless ferocity.
Beauty in Chaos
And tymes of stryfe.
Experiences shared with friends.
Exulting in being alive---
In doing something
Because
It's
What
i
WANT.
Wanting can be Needed
And we all Needed
To Want.
A path within the Spirit of the law
If not the Letter.