The Icarus Blueprint #1

(based on a conversation I had with a total stranger.)

I sit across the table
Chatting with a familiar face
Trading blow for cerebral blow
Blending the colors that separate
Conflicting shades of matter
Melding grey like clay
Fading, fading, fading away
Our palette is the same

A celluloid flickers silently
(show me your philosophy)
Of the sin and joy we've seen
(I'll fill in the gaps between)

Why do we seek perfection?

Let's Ponder the principle of perfect
An eternal lust, forever forbidden
A thing that our very being rejects
The colorless apple never bitten
With no proof, no real belief
That there is such a thing
Masses have set out to claim
The falsities that they've made
Why does the word even exist?
If nothing of man can touch perfect?
Or give it's hand even the slightest kiss
It riddles my mind to madness

Why do we seek perfection?

Perfection is made with the notion of God
(Which has always stricken me as odd)
With what little I have come to know
This is why thought gives "perfect" pause
To think of this "perfect" being
As holy, whole and complete
We battle our damnation of partiality
And against nature we compete

That makes sense as nothing should
Striving for the curse of God
But what were you saying before,
About it striking you as odd?

Well I have a lingering question
That troubles me to no end
Was it us who were made after God
Or was He made by men?

This thought has always bothered me
While God dictates the greatest peace,
Why would He hail the battle cry
Why ,on neighbor's arms, do we die?
That's not the slightest of my itch,
Why does our sin seem to befit
This king, that says he'll have none of it,
And damn us for that of Him we reflect?
We are made in his image,
Yet we were made to be imperfect
So how, oh how, can it be
That this is complete, any better than me?

It seems you've had a lot of time
To brew this rage about your mind
Please go on while your thoughts are tensed
I'm beginning to make sense of it

Aye, I guess I can't spare my rage
This burden has been caged
For far too many night's and days
Okay, I'll say what I have to say

God sins just as we,
And we pass over it as divinity
He wages war for liberty
But he murders out of jealousy
He delivers his chosen people
To lands where they can raise his steeple
From a temple atop a mound of corpses
Of a nation ignorant to his disguised voices
 What irks me most at night
Is his descent into our Earth
Playing dress up as the Christ
And boasting his sweetened dirt

Oh how, I believe he laughs at the very thought
Of salvation at sacrifices cost
Watching us eat lightly golden flesh
And drinking our sweetened blood.
It's disgusting to even fathom
 This ritualistic cannibalism
Symbolic or otherwise
I won't prey on my own for cynicism

You're very words have provoked a rage
At you, or Him I cannot say
Has the apple rooted and rotted your brain
Or does society have my mind tamed
Your words have provoked so much thought
Let us sit in silence a while
Until I can make something of matter

I close my eyes to grey, as the mirror shatters.