Seductions by Reduction

To bleed all black or bleed all white
are rugged bumps upon life's trail;
but I bleed right between the light
as tangled shadows fade to pale.

Wrapped all around in muslin grays
I do confuse the muse of light;
curled up in cotton-cloud bouquets,
I hide my rise of pure delight.

We seek to feel the force of free
(intuitive instruction sought);
then compliment simplicity
to rid the grid of complex thought.

Words formed upon an empty sheet
will soon become an anthem sung;
refuse confusion's new elite
when jingle-jangle bells are rung.

Seductions by reduction make
a break for ultra-common place
where wizards claim they are not fake
but hide their thin-skinned, bitter face.

Go out among the multitudes,
absorb the truth imbued in man.
Feel free to travel latitudes
that stray away from your first plan.

The muscled hustler finds his grooves
within the sin of mighty mind,
accepted though infected, proves
the mighty mind is hard to find.

Become a lover of the light,
unwrap all straps around the truth.
Praise purity of common sight,
ignite it in your troubled youth.

Our loss of liberty has made
another perfect tragedy,
where lazy, hazy, days of shade
corrupted man's reality.

This bitter fit mythology
incites until the light is lost;
dissect each bit of piety,
begin to finalize its cost.

And here I leave you with good will
until the song of love we sing
will spark that spark inside man still
and silver bells of peace shall ring.