Color of Your Intensity

‘Color of Your Intensity’


The quality of your potential is overwhelming.
Drug-like, you induce illusions.
Longed for delusions saturate the room,
seeping beneath the skin,
Playing against the flesh like whispers.

The air is thick with vivid images,
propelled by your voltage,
hopes denied when awake.
These desires you’ve produced,
are drawn greedily into the void.

Unnoticed, the crowd is waiting,
hungering desperately for this satisfaction.
Eyes are staring out of plastic faces,
Frozen by timidity.
Eyes like glossy marbles,
glittering unabashed with hunger.

Resigned to being conquered,
resigned and thankful for domination.
The heat of your voices,
may, for a moment, melt the masks.
for them, maybe a moment is a lifetime.

Maybe only for a moment,
may their true faces be revealed.
Maybe in a moment,
scars gained in a lifetime can be healed.
This burden of perception you carry.
This constant combat against the static.

Maintain faith in the music,
sound that surrounds and evokes.
You can’t know the sway you hold,
the color of your intensity provokes.
We are moved to ardent devotion.

Limpid when you tear the blindfold away,
foolish conflicts are relinquished.
I will live a lifetime in this moment.
Suspend it with my inner eye,
draw it out like a burning line,
and follow it faithfully.

You pave the way with words,
powerful in their possibilities.
You,
the consummate philosophers.