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Leading the Blind

This complex world
I brought you to
Taxing, tiring
Confusing, I know
I'll try hard to help

Poorly equipped
The lot of us
Slipping, tripping
No answers have I
But knowledge of falls

You are unsure
And here I am
Decades ahead
Answering questions
I'm asking myself

I've led the way
Taken the blows
Made the mistakes
So that my hard scars
Would teach you somehow
 

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My LJ and I
Drift right on by
Sky
Red as a cynic
Grey as lost souls
Amber as the embers of Loki's net.

My LJ and me
Bob on a sea
Flags
Blue as broken life
Green as new love
Say hi and I'll try to reply to you.

Our Ljs and we
Passionately
Lie
White as a clown's face
Pink as a smile
Purple as a plea for someone to hear.
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Inclement

Rain. Singing Me. Voicing Soul's song.
Wind. Be the strength that I don't have. Pounding. Impotent.
But heard. (If only by me).
Take a Mind.
Wring it out like a sponge.
Take a Trust.
Deceive it. Then laugh.
Take a Heart.
Cut round it. Twist it like an apple.
Take a Love.
Make a contract only you can change on a whim.
Take my Guts.
Turn like spaghetti on a fork. Repeat.
Drain me. Make black pudding.
Make me watch myself eat it.
I won't cry. I can't cry. I dare not start.
This hollow shape is a keg of tears.
A pottery soldier.
Will not. Cannot. Dare not crack.
Repaired. Patch over patch over patch.
Over patch.
Have to.
Or else
Cry into Eternity.

Morals

Oct. 9th, 2009 11:14 pm
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Time for a spot of verse/maybe lyrics: ( A work in progress)


A Moral Snapshot


She likes Prozac with her cornflakes

Because she's never understood

His coffee is black and bitter
 
Because it goes well with his mood


Better you have a certain foe

Than a friend who can't be trusted

The only world you can accept

Is the one that you've constructed


The greedy don't stop needing

While the unlucky are bereft

War can never prove who's right

It just shows you who is left


Can those bright lights bring completeness?

She has a burning need for fame

Fifteen minutes: Chase the dream

An empty soul will still remain


Want what you have; not what you want

Lives aren't about applause

Nature may be unforgiving

But she never breaks her laws
 

Sin Eater

Feb. 14th, 2009 12:36 am
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What if I wasn't here?

The broad shadow I cast

By the light of your moral indignation

Hides a myriad of truths

You would have to face alone.


 

What would you all do then?

Would you seek another

Of your own number to carry your disdain?

I would carry it still,

Your elected sin eater.


 

Do you all need me so?

Are my sins magnified,

Unforgiven and paraded before me

To keep me in my place,

Or to elevate yourselves?


 

Yours, the moral high ground!

Rampart of select truths.

Armour, self righteous, gleams under your own sun.

Your shields, unmoving, hide

Your lonely, secret terror


 

What purpose defences?

The one you declare foe

Exists but to support your fragile world view.

The man behind the myth

Lives at peace with his kin

 


So, what of tomorrow?

Your hollow tribal creed

So carefully composed to deny your flaws

Rings in empty chapels

While the real world continues.


 

What is it you fear most?

The truth reflects both ways

Better to leave the heretic in the jail

Than face that which we loathe:

The accused with a mirror.

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