Perhaps I was wrong from the beginning
There is no axiom for valid
Or is? Let's talk purpose
I watched him
For so many years
I am still watching
Click n' Click
Game n' Game
Tick n' Tick your life away
I say
Wake up you bastard
Before life falls short of the ninth board
What about the rest of it?
I wanted to say
It was none of my business
Life is for one
So don't you dare
She told me
It's by our design
And who are you to say?
That this is the best design?
Another asked me
Well I guess that's that
Points taken
I'll not scream too loud to get this across
Some will build the bricks
Others will lay the roads
No lots were cast for him
This was all opted for
He and I will never truly talk though
So as I pack my bags
I'll be sure to pay respect at the current exchange rate,
On my way out
Sunday, November 4, 2012
09 This is Exactly How it Happened
As I was driving across a bitter highway
I entered a blue haze
Which upon further inspection was seen
To be a cloud of dry snowfall
It was here that I realized
That I must take this paradigm of mine
And transform it, consciously
Into something else that I could more easily manage
Regardless of the fact
That I would be ignoring a particular reality
As I tried to utter this in my mind
To create a new piece of literature
I realized that poetry is the pathetic attempt
Of self-short-handed men and women
To place themselves above the people around them
By expressing their thoughts
In grammatically incoherent mumbling
And claiming this failure to use language properly
As a license of the artistic
Only further proving their incompetency
I then came home
And several hours later
I wrote this
This is exactly how it happened.
08 Roses of Rome
I remember once stumbling upon the pebbles of Rome,
And trying to recall why rose petals tasted so good.
Is it their flavor?
Or do their thorns make them a worthy meal?
I suspect it is the pigment.
As much as it may fade, it never washes out.
And with a little time,
We have ourselves an entirely new sweater to wear.
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