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03 January 2011

Random thing I wrote today

They don't understand
It's a strand
a grain of sand
In an hourglass
Their pass
Their past
Their moment
Their monster
All they see is twisted reality
Perfect bliss
like true love's first kiss
But the distortion of perfection taints
World full of saints?
No, not at all
They dropped the ball
And they'll take the fall
But it was a nice mirror image
Something pretty and pure
White lace was the cure
Til some of the demure
Snapped back with a flash
Picked up the slack
Your utopia is dystopia
A humble stated fact
but they try what'll never fly
Pointlessly to contain
The people with brains
Those they couldn't train
In their efforts to control the population
No verbal ejaculation
Of any variation
On any scale
Though they will fail
Freedoms aren't for sale
But they uselessly try
To protect virgin ears
Stuff em tight with cotton seals
How does that feel?
It's a perfect illusion
To cause confusion
Cause your mind won't know
Which way to go
When the facade crashes down into the river below
Washed away with the tide
No law to abide
Do you still have your pride?
We'll bridge the divide
In a memory
In a heartbeat
In a moment in time
Where do you draw the line?
Or do you erase it?
Are you tough enough to face it?
Or is it tough?
Maybe it's bold
To face the cold
To break the mould
To have a heart of pure gold
That molten liquid that sears
The greedy ones leer
Hiding in shadows
Awaiting their moment
Baiting you
Biding their time
putting rhythm to a rhyme
A purpose in a line
Of word
Written or spoken
Like a touch of the broken
Broken by men
By women
By people
A population of madness
Driven by sadness
And the hot wax drips
From the tips
Of lit candlesticks
And where does it land?
Where does it land?
In the expanse
Of a little romance
Driven by lust
It lands on the bust
A touch of kink
For a lazy thought
Maybe cheaply bought
Like a penny
Or a dime
No, not money
She's sweet like honey
We're talking about a girl
Fast talking
Hip popping
With copper wire curls
Dime a dozen
With a short tight skirt
And a too small shirt
And stilettos that let her touch the sky
Or maybe she's just high
It's enough to make you cry
Sugar coated tears
Drenched in real fears
That no angel will appear
To take you away
Somewhere you can play
In the candy trees
And bubble gum flowers
Gotta get you a piece of that
Censorship protecting the masses
From female dogs
And donkeys
And other such assets
You think you've won?
The war's just begun
We're hardcore
Tough and strong
You can't ignore
Rebels to the core
Facts and figures
It's a catalyst
You can't pretend we don't exist
The voices ringing
People singing
Bringing emotions
Purity of intent
Power to invent
A new way
See a new day
Carry on through the pain
That flouted through our veins
Destroy us?
You couldn't if you tried!
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1 comment:

  1. Ugh, one typo In the whole thing.

    That flows through our veins.