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Archive for February, 2011

State of Denial

battle lines were drawn in this place

it’s beautiful in the darkest of ways

i’ll write names in the dirt

and sit awhile

and watch for the dead to rise

~

in a state of denial i will wait

with rubble right beside me

and dust on my feet

here i stay

and turn a blind eye

to what made it this way

and i’ll wait…

i will wait…

~

each side feared the other side

and both were wrong and right

but my opinion is opinions

should keep to themselves

or have the good kings fight it out – on their own

~

in a state of denial i will wait

with rubble right beside me

and dust on my feet

here i stay

and turn a blind eye

to what made it this way

and i’ll wait…

i will wait…

~

and forget the past and the present

and the blood and the sweat

that drips off my face

and washes the dust off my feet

and i’ll laugh…

i will laugh…

at a joke i’d forgotten ’til today

~

in a state of denial i will wait

with rubble right beside me

and blood on my feet

here i stay

and turn a blind eye

to what made it this way

and i’ll wait…

i will wait…

 

 

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Monroe

What was I

When I was living?

A symbol

Of something dirty

Everyone craved it

Nobody liked it

Once they got there

 

I was there

 

I was dressed in white

That turned black

I made a world

I hated

Outside I seemed fine

But inside

Inside I was breaking

 

I was broken

 

I smiled

Of course it was fake

That was the last

Because three is

A magic number

I knew it

They knew it

 

I was there

 

 

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21 Kings

There is a place with unlit halls

And falling pillars, and wine stains

There is a long table; and chairs, twenty-one chairs

And so sit the skeletons of twenty-one kings

The one at the head, with the greatest crown

And the biggest cup, and the largest ring

The coward that began everything

After the doors of the palace broke open

To be stripped of his power

And to suffer the ridicule: unbearable

Twenty-one cowards, one bottle of poison

And the big cup, shared amongst them

There were twenty-one sips between them all

And they stayed there, waiting for the end

The convulsions began, and gasping

All the fallen rulers started dancing

They twitched, seized, but silently

And when the victors entered the room

They were met by frozen, grotesque faces

And the spirit of death

 

 

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The Soldier

we’d written the letters that told of our love

while i was at war

you were in my head

but the distance turned out to be too hard

or so i saw

upon my returning

do you know how i felt when i came home?

so empty

like a bottle in a desert

fighting can really take a toll on someone

being surrounded

by the dead and the dying

i expected a loving welcome when i stepped out

no matter

that your letters stopped coming

i was running to swing you in my arms like i used to

but i saw

the man at your side

and the ring…

and the bulging belly

and you never told me why

you hadn’t waited

 

 

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Gardens

Wilted flower, send me home

I’ve nobody to call my own

It’s just you and me

Looking for a home

I remember when our lives were good

We’d look around from where we stood

We liked the world, at a distance

So, where’d you go, my innocence?

My mind’s in darker places, now

I’m walking out of habit

And I don’t know where I go

I’m picking up a broken pot

Dying plants are what we are

Oh, you can be replanted

But where’s my garden, still?

Picture me, wandering through

Without a thought on what to do

I left my windowpane

And I’m too short to reach it

So where’d you go, my innocence?

My mind’s in darker places, now

I’m walking out of habit

And I don’t know where I go

There’s a road that leads to somewhere

A path that starts, but never ends

It’s waiting, waiting for me

I’ll take that road, that leads to somewhere

I’ll find myself, and when I get there

I’ll plant me and sleep

My mind’s in darker places, now

I’m walking out of habit

And I don’t know where I go

 

 

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I Fell

what are you doing? you ask, you ask

i’m explaining, only explaining, how it happened

is that blood? where’s it from?

from my heart, my mind replies

in your face, i can tell that you heard it

ignoring what you know, i speak, i speak

i fell, see the dirt? you don’t believe it

look, i’m not a fool, so you say, so you say

if so, i could use a little faith in me

go ahead and  cry, all your tears for me

until your eyes are parched and see mirages

you’d save a lot of heartache if you listened

but no, you will not do it, why? why?

you know why, you say, i can’t believe a lie

because, you didn’t fall

someone pushed you


 

 

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