walking the line

the thing about waiting is unusual time
to wait from one point to another, is an unusual line
to hold your breath from one word to another, is a unusual rhyme
but the fact is that reality comes with illogical, inexplicable, unusual acts of signs
picture in a frame life in a second
the word from the great minds of the world as they reckon
and imagine the setting and the scene and the place
imagine the faces, the people, and the names
imagine the feelings, the emotions, and the pain
imagine where the same is different, and the same is the same
and you see the giant, massive whirlwind of complexity
that a body needs more to understand than purely intellectually
so remove yourself for a minute and wonder
the confusion of going under
12 months of a year from fall to summer
12 like the apostles, birth the church like a mother
and a mother like a sister, and a mother like a child
birthing understanding out of intellect,
domesticating concepts from the wild
knowing everything from all of history, but since
its been hard to tell the difference between innocence and ignorance
see, innocence is about not knowing you know
about knowing nothing until something unfolds
which is not a bad things, because innocence breeds growth
the potential to create wisdom of potential of old
but ignorance, see, its a much more dangerous weapon
the part of your brain where pride is sectioned
and hate and judgement, not too far off as a connection
academic foolishness and spiritual ignorance at the root of its essence
ignorance is about knowing what you don't know
its about understanding that which you choose not to unfold
see, its about choice, the choice to dismiss
the choice in itself, a conscious effort not to un-gift
so if one could wonder where the state of the world brings us still
why the very methods of alleviating sickness seems to just make us more ill
of philosophical wisdom as said by Socrates
the fact of me knowing is the main distraction in helping me see clearly
but these blockades keep coming up in front of me
thinking mentally like a backwards democracy
more like an aristocracy with foolish leaders
a library of books, but not enough readers
thats why i keep trying to search in hopes i find
lines between light and dark of the safe and cautious lines
cuz i can talk about the dangers of the world like drugs and crime
but i'd rather tackle much more dangerous topics in kind
the things of our interior grind
weapons of the mind
that last through decades at a time
looking on the inside and watching my steps cuz im searching for mines
Lord give me a sign...