Blind hands touched this wall of brail,
Reading a vision written as a tale.
No words of mine could've shown him what was there,
in this museum one must stare, instead he shared.
He shared his words of blind wisdom,
Telling stories as empty as the reason.
No picture of anything rested in his mind,
nor did love or deceit or a regretful time.
Though he cannot tell a seed from a child,
cannot tell the tamed from the wild.
He continued to share, though his words did not speak,
Never did they whisper, nor did they scream.
His words marked pain, forced his void so naked,
so wide and infinite, as dark as his own perspective.
As I guided away this God, of a wisdom, of a sorrow,
He felt my face with a hand, smiled, and said:
"My words will be yours tomarrow."
__________________ Rotten Peaches
Last edited by x7 Lateralus 7x; 05-30-2007 at 08:26 PM..
Nah it wasn't for a deity, when I called him God it was an exaggeration, or at least I intended this. If you're a history nerd, the Gulf of Tonkin was a battle scene in the vietnam war. I went to a NY museum called... nvm lol(damn my memory), it was about... a year 1/2 ago? It was only a 1 day stay but I was fortunete to meet a veteran :D, he had this maynard-like smart ass attitude towards everything, it was fun hanging with the old geezer.
