The High Road

a phalangal ticking, scrapes away the luster and shine
making up time with corrosive scrapings reaching the mind 1
idle threats and impatience run me ragged, locking me up
ramming away into a wall and yet,pushing myself back with a shove 2

damn this block!

A path is evident, whereas there's another less so... confusion
choices...decisiveness... not me at this moment,just a contusion
an obstinate and conflict weary mind works against the heart
making way for devilment and fallacy to sneak in,on the devil's part
a daydream this isn't because this reality chafes like a saddle on a horse
drawing lines with tombstones, while staying on a pre-written course
papyrus still blank, while storms rage and still never rain upon it's face
a disembodied paragraph without thought, hanging in disgrace
what must i do to retreat or escape the intertwining grasp of fear
I fear what might be an error in diction..or the fact that i don't adhere

... what is this?!

absolute... honest... i need a picture to paint with written characters
i clasp my hands and place myself prostrate in worship without a curse

"Lord, here i place myself in prayer to you, one of the careful few
a image of your creation, left imperfect and a visage somewhat askew
you filled that space, using the hands of a surgeon and a bit of bone
right now, I, your son and child seek your guidance to find my own
words to guide the reader with even tone, verbage and imagery
am i such a poor creature to seek you? no, Some think differently
But, now my Father i need you... make the way before me clear
In your Blessed and holy name, Amen." doubts fall away around here

as a rock climber, i crest the sheer wall without a further hindrance
before me appears a tree, i grab it and dip it in the darkness of a glance
writing the title to the end of such a journey in a heavy scripture
weighted with such menial stress, i took the high road to make sure