The Gossamer, The Chump, and The Weakling

The path of the scapegoat bleeds
His mind descends in disbelief
From the struggle
The calm of the cerulean sky
Guides his ghost
Through this scar
Implanted on the heart of the Earth
The blistering condition of his trudge
Leads him to fight against this grudge
Only the weak will break
Against designated intensions
Beyond freedom
Within the shovelling trail
His malice is neatly divine
That's the struggle that shapes the man

Guile, corruption
lovelorn besets
fearless eruptions
The mind becomes distant

Regain disgust
Shapeless enrage
Fearless eruptions
His embodiment becomes distant

The soul bounds his scorn
Hateful dominion has eaten his essence
His gossamer is now stone and stubborn
The torn sky above still shines
Ripping away at pillowy clouds only to reflect in the communion of oceans below

Reviews

[Hedra Helix]

Sweet, I get the sense of your tight grasp of flow, well chosen words given to careful crafting. Of the subject, I think the billboard image confusion of our mass hysteria is certainly blocking the spirtitual experience and the mental evolution we'd be able to achieve if the skies were left wild and clear and free. Alas man is a magnificent weed