Complications Part III

Concentration Going deeper now, as far as deepness goes, Digging deeper below the bungalows. Expressing gratitude and solitude beneath societies walls, Living in solace in the shadows of their political drugs. Sporadic and erratic and vividly extreme, Dramatic and chaotic and economically depleted. Of principles of the mind and the central eye, Naming voicing and lingos and reading in between the lines. Focusing on acts and stanzas and the enemies next move, Assuming life and liberty are but commodities to sooth. Assessing truth as need and lying as greed, Attributing action to reaction and a friend to a leech. Concentration of the mind and contradiction of the soul, Living deep within the mind so that the body could be absolved. Living within the hearts of societies shadowy cracking of the mask, Living within the spirit of yourself entrapped within the darkness of its flask. Let it burn and collide, let it blend and mold, Let it ensnare your mind; let your story be told. So we shall live and die by the sword, for the end is forevermore, Stitch the pieces together and let the wounds heal from their open sores. For the mask has been removed and the flask has been broken, And every man women and child can now be reborn. Life is a commodity that holds a hefty cost, The cost of humanity and the cost of your mind and all that its lost. But concentration of the mind is not without its perks, For a trilogy begins in chaos, and ends with but a smirk.

Anthony K. Rosales