DeathRebirth

The din of vice and debauchery

Surrounds the sea of silent screams

Washing waves wantonly wisping

Grasping, clinging desperately

Claws of grief and anger dig

Tear the flesh that scarcely clads

These bones so ancient, ossified

By time and deed and memory

The pain of daily trials awaits

Outside the doorway to a mind

An angel holding sword of fire

No thought may pass unbidden through

As light against a prism dark

The filter's bias blocks ideas

That fail to fit the paradigm

And threaten the idyllic lies

Thoughts that creep and climb like vines

Pollute as weeds destroy the scape

The fertile garden of the mind

Is overrun and turns to brown

Flowers not allowed to bloom

Stunted roots have failed to grow

Barely penetrate the soil

Thirst for knowledge, water pure

Moisture falls from heaven high

The filter opens, letting through

Drink of life, nourishment

Little known before this day

Ignored, unwanted, never shown

A way of life  that's contrary

A way to think without the clouds

That block the sunlight, stunt the growth

In time the flower, nurtured, grows

Blooms and turns its face to see

Sunlight blazing overhead

The mind once shut opens its doors

Un-shutters windows, opens wide

Defenestrates itself, unbridled

Sees the scape it once denied

And knows the world is infinite