Time to meditate, <br />a place to resuscitate, <br />deep within this emptiness <br />the screaming silence that emanates, <br />each moment I procrastinate, <br />wasting love like a vagrant <br /> <br />Time to meditate, <br />a place to resuscitate, <br />the soul in hope of deliverance, <br />kept in the shadow of belligerence, <br />from the light of self severance <br /> <br />Time to sigh, a deep sigh of remembrance, <br />kept behind the lies, the lies of naked eyes, <br />and colorless images, images that hide, <br />the true nature of your kind, <br /> <br />The kind of souls sacrosanct, <br />beggars in need of His reverence, <br />unspoiled yet unkempt, <br />praying mercy yet withheld, <br />psychopaths and clairvoyants, <br /> <br /> <br />your time will come young pilgrim, <br />to leave all this noise behind, <br />to a place where your meditation, <br />reveals your true self and form, <br />and all that you hear, see, and feel <br />shall be masked in His endless magnificence.<br /><br />Zak Raz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-nature-of-my-kind/
