“Competition”
Competition
It’s a good thing
When it’s playing football
Soccer and such things
Yet raising Kane
Is obviously not right
Jealousy brings out the hearts night
Or keeping up with one’s neighbor
Will bring on strife
I want your land
For my hands
Should not be of thought
For war will be wrought
And what I have
I’m comfortable with
Because if I replace it
I’ll want to replace it again
The more money I have
The more I will need
And the night does not compete with the day
They simply take turns
Because the earth spins in its way
The stars don’t care which one is brighter
They’re to far away to compete with my little lighter
Yet the good competition
Will not be between you and me
But will be me against me
Yes this is a good thing
And no it will not make me any better of a man
I’ll just simply have a better understanding
Of who I am
What’s to keep for it’s beautiful ways
And what’s to through away in any day
The betterment of me
You will not necessarily see
For it will be all inside of me
Again there will be no competition
Between you and I
If I said there was it would be a lie
It’s simply me recognizing my experiences
And bringing them out to fruition
Not for any kind of glory
Not for any kind of fame
Not for the uplifting of my own name
But simply allow the growth of me
To simply be
For I don’t actually know in its fullest of what it is
But only does the tree within
And that too
The land in I
Must do the growing
For I don’t know where it lies
And will not command its expansion
Again who am I
I don’t know how to build the seed
That produces the beautiful things
But this I do know
There is another
Inside my abode
It too is beautiful as it’s been told
What tree have I made my camp near?
I’m not sure
Yet I’ll find out in here
For the one that strikes to compete
I’ll know its own seed
For in the end there will be no judgment
Yet only between man against man
That’s kind of how it is already
But not me
For I raise the tree of Agape
And place my tent in the Elohim
I shall dine in this way
Ever growing through out the days
Growing into what?
I have no idea
I can’t even comprehend such a thing
But a pillar of rock I shall be
How does one grow being such a thing?
I’m going to tell you
You got me
Yet in the coliseum of my soul
The Olympics is in its play
The throngs await the mêlée
Against the beautiful Shadday
And the beautiful Diábolos
As they gaze into each other
The legions they both possess
Yet it is in my coliseum
That they do vie
Legions against legions
It’s a bloody war
I say
And I’m not sure what for
I do know it is for me
And where I’m going to be placed
Or be
The subtleness of the Diábolos
And the humbleness of the Shadday
It’s very hard to choose
I don’t know when I win
And I don’t know when I loose
I’m a being of hypocrisy
And a being of truth
Yet I don’t know when I’m one or the other
Or mutually in one era you see?
I enjoy my life greatly
Yet there’s something amiss
And I don’t know what this is
Wait,
I might have a proposal on what this is
That may be in amiss
Nope not yet
I haven’t figured
The words of its customs,
At least not in my head
That would replace
My own stead
I say
Or
I have said
Ryan Brady O’Reilly
®10/23/2001