Sometimes I feel as though
I've recovered all that I lost
and I'll put myself together again
no matter the cost...
I can look out and see beauty still
the mountains all around...
the trees, the sky, the clouds
this beauty does abound
It's a healing poultice
to my heart...
that has been as a raw wound
from the moment we did part.
I'd like to find the secret
of this beauty balm, this ecstasy
so the times when I come down to earth
I could take it out to comfort me.
I am as a creature wild
struggling against God's plan
How can I accept
what I don't understand?
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Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
We took it for granted
We took it for granted
our liberty
forgetting what it meant
to be free
letting slip away
into history
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our liberty
forgetting what it meant
to be free
letting slip away
into history
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The Dream Died
The dream died
along with our freedom
speaches and lies
will never bring it back
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Every Empty Word
Tent show
circus
convention,
all the same
just different names
A frenzy of emotion
for the faithful
who follow
blindly
and stumble
over every
empty word.
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circus
convention,
all the same
just different names
A frenzy of emotion
for the faithful
who follow
blindly
and stumble
over every
empty word.
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Behind Love's Sweet Mask
If love cannot be resisted
is it then a treasure
or a prison made by
our desire for the pleasure
of one so craved physically
but more, much more
beloved for themselves...to be
thought of...as never done before
entrapping us in its grasp
a prison behind love's sweet mask
to shroud and campaign of sorrow
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is it then a treasure
or a prison made by
our desire for the pleasure
of one so craved physically
but more, much more
beloved for themselves...to be
thought of...as never done before
entrapping us in its grasp
a prison behind love's sweet mask
to shroud and campaign of sorrow
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Monday, September 3, 2012
Wasted Opportunity
I find no hope in your empty gaze
nor comfort in transparent promises of change
the world isn't your stage
we're not fooled by you
nor the stooges who prop you up
you've done nothing
but wasted four good years
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nor comfort in transparent promises of change
the world isn't your stage
we're not fooled by you
nor the stooges who prop you up
you've done nothing
but wasted four good years
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Hope for tomorrow
Our tears fill oceans
and bring rising tides
of heartbreak and sorrow
Love a waning potion
that falters and slides
leaving hope for tomorrow
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and bring rising tides
of heartbreak and sorrow
Love a waning potion
that falters and slides
leaving hope for tomorrow
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