The New Dawn

The Blue Petaled Rose

Forgive me...

For what a series of confusion this is
Many who witness are those exposed
The abundance of a world within a home
Only known for its providence
Compelled in corruption
Revered by nothing.

One can say that life was given
In purpose of what they desire
But can they explain why their
Desires are less than life itself.
For even the extent of creation
Is mistakened for self value.

Must it be for the sake of greed
That all are ruled by their regulations?
Or have we continued in ignorance
Gazing in sense of worship
Having faith in the tangibilities
Of those, man has created in vain?

What is it that helps one find meaning?
Has it not been too late to discover?
Has judgment reach its end?
Nay! For even the hooves of horses
And the skins of pigs
Are polished in presentability

And so then what am I?
Since my representative enforces
The lack of right that I was promised
To be whom I was born to be
But indeed it is those with much
Who gain much in return.

Where lies purpose without void, anymore
Or in mear concept of humanity
For is it not humane to seek equality?
But to be driven to perfectionism.
Or is it so that one that you see
May own my life as contemporary.

To effortlessly indentify failure
On ends of those insignificant.
Yet question your doings
Which deserves the same judgment
Partaking in what is thought to be wrong
Indeed you do request what you reject.

Were does thy precepts lead?
Other than in the mists of failure
And if indeed you feel anguish over such
What in your interests are you in will to do
For in vast nature you extend not outside
Regards to the sake of many you are not for

You, one with ignorance
Yet with much pasture in heart
Doth ye see greater than said
For even you speak in great value
To understand more depth prior to one self
Kept within to show the greatly ignored

For what is it that we call life
The occupancy of what we inhabit?
Or the model occupancy we fail to inhabit?
Has it not been the time of difference
As differences grow immensely
Making the truth of life mear convolution

Recall what was once important
For in that time it is what kept you alive
Is it nothing now?
Or has it always been for nothing
Meaning more than its cause of existence
Blinded by ignorance, you fail to see.

For even those who seek themselves
Seek themselves in darkness
Consumed by the idolatry
In which forsakes this world
But what is more bliss
Than to not know your reckoning

We prolong prosperity
Without reconciling growth
Dismissing maturity
And achieving no progress
Watching success in motion
Not realizing its wave of farewell

One has claim to care for all
Yet to choose those worthy of it
Commonly expressed to those in interest
To desert others in need
Possessing not hatred
But obtaining it in the end

The essence of ones nature is presented
Regardless of the words used to conceal it
However, you know not your true nature
Doth thou not find it perplexing
Or not take consideration
It is all to know by the different

Must you forget the importance of life?
For isn't everything that lives, important?
Casted under the recognition of selfishness
You refuse to witness those under hostility
Is this what you refer to as progression
Layered in despair without fortitude.

It is not the different that is questionable
But the concept of life in which we confuse
For it is not just a mear meaning
Nor is it the regulative of what we believe
But the reason of convoluted hope
The narrowest of minds can even possess

No Human can arrange it to its own
Nor an animal can delude its versatility
In deception's eyes we see all in view
But not in understanding we keep our lust
Its what is to be defined as humanly
For what is defined wrongly has meaning

These words are destined to be forgotten
Regardless of the impact it contains
Recommended to be recorded
Only to those viewed under weakness
Wasn't it known that knowledge is growth?
If indeed, then my questions are answered.