Rock Bottom(Turn Over)

Head high over turning, indignified with hollow hatred,burning for star cross visions. 
Keep tempting and i keep reevaluating the means to an end with visions in hand. Complacent turn overs, spiritual hijackers who get paid with godlove 

to remind you there are 12 ways around being food for the flower power

(this part they remind you for free).

"Can you feel it?" they said,"Because theres only one rock bottom...thats death."

 

Searching for ancient powers to fuel the driving hearts and
steering minds of society. While the radio loops sweet somber music,

the song of digging your own burial for generations ahead to exasperate

at the findings of a new ancient power, fossilized and complacent to their time of Great Need.

We are all miners of rock bottom.

 

We pray on our knees for things we have no business praying for
and when we get what we didnt ask for we then ask "why?"
Hovered hearts burying sparks deep down "what would I be if?"
Cross your arms and kneel ,hold yourself tight, kiss the ground and

pray to absolve the fuel buried inside.

Wind the clock slowly to the buried vision in hand, wind it to your hour of Great Need.

Author's Note

It is what I hope it should be and I hope it is that way for you too.

Reviews

[cynicalbeliever]

Absolutely brilliant bud, couldn't ask for more in a poem really, keep it up :)

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Wonderfully descriptive prose piece. Well done. There is much to be learned from this.
Light,
Siddartha