Out of the seed,
It's the life-bud
filled with nucleic
patterns that attatch
meaning to the breath
we breathe.
We all start in a moment,
when two eyes blink and the
"Oh My GOD's" can't get
any louder as the
devil takes hold with
his scaley grip.
A man in his place, just
a push and thrust
to create the arms
and legs that will
yearn to know his story,
but will only hear the
deaf silence
left by the smoke screen.
Barbarous decisions as
bodies flail in anticipated
passion, while spirits
dip into hell, sparkled
with drunken intentions
and forgotten promises.
And the news is broken
as the glass shatters on
the floor, cutting deep to
the bone while DNA
drops of red spill into
an empty resivoir of
conditioned effect.
Running scarred as
the path has been paved
and each step leads further
and further away from
the intersection of
Responsibility Blvd and
Love Ln.
It only leads
down a one way street,
paved with a smattering
of rotten carcses,
casualties of the inability
to understand the power
of reproduction.
