Category: Written in 2015

How many

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How many heartbreaks are officially required
To crucify this heart on the pillars of the soul?
How many ineffective words of love need transpire
To appease vanity before it destroys it whole?

How many worthless tears must be pitifully shed
To wash dry memory’s sordid, miserable past;
And with the heart pronounce her equally dead
So neither does the other thankfully outlast?

How many rusted nails need be rammed into sinew,
For the pain to deaden, for the agony to end?
And must it be such a spectacle in public view,
With no respect left with either enemy or friend?

The Human Farce

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The soul choking has long since died
With whatever gods there may be,
Not one tear has said to have lied
Nor will unto eternity.

The fates have laughed and laughed so hard
That their insides have torn up mine,
They seem to have played each card
So well and even won from time.

The news of humanity’s farce
Has blackened all of weak hope,
That was taken from some god’s arse
With no guarantee of any scope.

Humans lie and cheat and kill,
No one thinks of the world now,
And there can’t be any chance still
For even Man’s defeatist bow.

The strong survive as the weak sink,
No chance for a romantic mind;
Who has the time to feel or think
Who has the time to look behind?

But you must and I speak to you
Let go of your belief and try,
Give love a chance and hope, too,
Hold them now, though they die.

I’m Gonna Give You Up

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I’m gonna give you up,
Like the last dregs of sipped tea,
Like a worn out letter
Enshrouding barren memory.

Like a book that lies yellow
With pages so brittle ,
That time broke its spine
For it mattered very little.

Like the pebble you picked
From the nearby beach,
That you felt sorry for
For it lay far from the sea’s reach.

Like the love that was taken
By betrayal and pain,
Of which I recall nothing good
But that it grieved in vain.

Like hope and faith and peace:
pretty words to fool
Those gullible enough
To enslave, to rape, to rule.

I’m gonna give you up,
All that makes you you,
With my need to define
The line between false and true.