The Whole Speaks-

I am wrong
and will continue to be
in this state
until I'm right
if there is ever
a right to begin with.

I did something for myself
the other day.
Was it wrong?
I destroyed life
the other day.
Was it wrong?
My intentions are good,
but the day was
red.
Was it wrong?
I said God was dead
the other day.
Was it wrong?
I had sex with myself
the other day.
Was it wrong?

I learned something by staring
at the wind…
and believe it or not
I heard her speak
loud and clear.
Could she be wrong?
I love the liveliness
of rocks.
I love the death of life.
I will expire not knowing.
Does that scare me?
Does it scare anyone?

I am right
and will continue to be
in this state
until I'm wrong,
but who really gives a
Shit.

Linear to non-linear
I speak to listen
and
i listen to die from
my own awareness.

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     Lincoln Sward resides somewhere in the folds of everyone's brain. He is just a figment of the everyday man's or woman's imagination. It would be nice to say that he is the one who causes those flashes of brilliance within one's mind, but he is definitely not the Ego or the Id. What is the purpose of the Lincoln, and why has It sputtered out fragments of sentences and called it poetry, if that is even what you want to call it. I guess for the common good of mankind, or maybe to keep each and every one of us out of the Crisis Unit of the Psychiatric Ward, but what ever his reasons they are always for the perpetuation of the duality of life and the constant struggle between Good and Evil.