Manifesto 2012

Will this be something to burn,
or something to keep?
Will I find it as treasure,
or evil from deep?

This time, is it special,
is this something I seek?
What is it I hunt for?
Is it good, or meek?

I ramble around without full concentration,
writing excuses for mental variation,
and when the outlet has felt all the pen's vibration,
I grab what was made, and hang it for the nation.

Were these excuses what I meant to share?
Or were these words a collection of wasted mental air?
Have my testing and deductions been spot on and fair?
Maybe all that was needed was to lay the problem bare?

I meant for my art to find evolution.
Instead, it seems to fall towards conclusion.
It's work path reveals a ton of confusion,
so maybe this road was not the solution?

And yet, here we are.
And, so far...

Through rhyme, or rant,
or every odd reason,
when my voices come out,
or time changes the season

I found that this
can lead to the same
even though the road
didn't have a chain

that tied it all together,
that made it all apart
of something the same,
of something that's smart...

Not everything is hardship,
not everything is pure.
nothing is impossible,
and nothing is sure.

It's always
a path, a way, a road.

But it's still
my discoveries, my life, my load.

And who know what these words
may someday do?

So in short: These poems are without  boundries,
and I write them for you.