The Wild One Walking The Streets.
The Wild One Walking The Streets.
With the metaphysical streets a consistency of inadequate steps,
the wild one with thou clandestine psychological sights,
most systematic in the aversions that weigh heavy,
one must be strong to walk in the steps of thy wild one claims,
like the animal a philosophy of perpetually mighty oppressors speak,
the wild one, arrives in tempest shelters of untenable woes,
which most shall discredit in thous own formulations of ways,
the wild one, prefers consulting the manuscripts of old,
things drastically change in the arrangements of passing compositions fall,
the deathless words ring in the wild ones ears,
O' happy is thou mute that walks on thy tranquil sea,
all penetrating mingling peaks insurrecting to a fierce universe in thee city gates,
waityng for nothing,extinguishing antique suffering as thunder howls,
ere despair stabs its guile from a murderers raging force,
who can walk with the wild ones steps for just a few?
A journey past freedom to thy world of madness on a blood kindled cowl,
seeking peace that is forfeited in symbolic smoke cast,
breathing in melancholy glimpses of a nihilism past,
like unsurpassed established truths that ceased in riots within,
the wild one is a madman with the same vein,
except one pumps life, thy other death,
with rotting buildings as friends,the wild one must move forth,
dost thou wish to pack thous bag and head forth to thy world a free person?
Or stay with the unimagined savage multitudes,
that stiff thy necks whence they see'st thou walking on raging floods.
Steve.D.Hammond.
The Wild One Walking The Streets.
The Wild One Walking The Streets.
With the metaphysical streets a consistency of inadequate steps,
the wild one with thou clandestine psychological sights,
most systematic in the aversions that weigh heavy,
one must be strong to walk in the steps of thy wild one claims,
like the animal a philosophy of perpetually mighty oppressors speak,
the wild one, arrives in tempest shelters of untenable woes,
which most shall discredit in thous own formulations of ways,
the wild one, prefers consulting the manuscripts of old,
things drastically change in the arrangements of passing compositions fall,
the deathless words ring in the wild ones ears,
O' happy is thou mute that walks on thy tranquil sea,
all penetrating mingling peaks insurrecting to a fierce universe in thee city gates,
waityng for nothing,extinguishing antique suffering as thunder howls,
ere despair stabs its guile from a murderers raging force,
who can walk with the wild ones steps for just a few?
A journey past freedom to thy world of madness on a blood kindled cowl,
seeking peace that is forfeited in symbolic smoke cast,
breathing in melancholy glimpses of a nihilism past,
like unsurpassed established truths that ceased in riots within,
the wild one is a madman with the same vein,
except one pumps life, thy other death,
with rotting buildings as friends,the wild one must move forth,
dost thou wish to pack thous bag and head forth to thy world a free person?
Or stay with the unimagined savage multitudes,
that stiff thy necks whence they see'st thou walking on raging floods.
Steve.D.Hammond.