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Tuesday, December 14, 2010

"And to their mother, they cried out...."

The Fae have lost their Wings,
and to the Dryads their Trees,
The Siren Song now left at sea,
Too many Deaths for a Bean-sidhe,
To Sing...

Mother Gaea has folded up.
And with her all that be,
With Grey lands and Dried Seas,
What then will mankind see?

What then will mankind be?

Saturday, November 6, 2010

I Tell the Story that I Heard Told...

It has become a disease, like fleas,
Set to infect the brain, and bleed!
so authorities have no range to see,
No right,Wrong, or In-between.

From time to space,
Values have Gone to waste!
All the Lessons that illustrate.
Who learned from "Hypocrate" ?

(...He died a litttle Late... >_>)

 but Love Has washed Ashored!
with Consciences that Burn through Floor Boards,
And Childhoods that grow Backwards.
Dont the doctors cut the First Cord?
(Ah no, we've Gone west-ward...)

and When did "Hitler" Arise???
(I thought he long Died...)
Were you there to muffle my cries?
Or are you bound by selfish ties?
and forced to spout Lies?

As the Years leave and come,
Your waiting more for Freedom,
Staring at what Life should Become,
and Hoping you wont Succumb.
(Its post-Stress Delirium!)

You seem to wait for change,
beating to the ends of your cage,
as Events only seem to Gauge,
Does life never Assuage?
Or does it "Happen with Age?"

They throw Rules that never follow,
with hearts that echo shallow,
So only frustration paints the Picasso,
with anger thats spills and billows!
( Hah. Why not Burn the Mural?)


Walking on weakened legs,
hoping your troubles, Die Dead,
Lying Alone on your Hot Bed,
Is it Worth all the Blood-shed?

(Because this Illness is Widespread...)

Friday, October 29, 2010

Eh. Its a Poem

From Out the Depths,
My Foe Did Rise,
I saw this Coming,
From blinded eyes,
I sowed the seed,
To make it grow,
And While yet she Fought
My peace did Show.

Our laborings Were stretched
Did I not See This Come?
When All would falter,
And maybe Some?
When Anger would rise
and Envy,a heavy fog?
when One would Turn,
Is all gone? Is all gone?

Indeed there were Holes,
She tried to Hide
But my Eyes Could See
from Plain to Valley Wide.
So I sowed the seed,
To Watch what should grow,
To painfully wait,
and See What To Come.

but All that didst grow,
Was a Shrivled Trunk
and Weak It Was.
our Land had been Struck.

And The strings that Tied
from Arm to Arm,
we Stayed together

Till Fire met Yarn....