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Monday, April 17, 2006


thorns-poem
If There Be Thorns

The roses are black and the violets are dead
The sugar bowl's empty and so is my head
Thought you were kind, a soul worth my while
Blooming like flowers and making me smile
A scent on the breeze
Not hard to please
I've a wish that I'd never been born
Where art thou roses if there be thorns

Highest priestess speaks in clear tone
Brings healing to the villagers dying alone
Gentle lonesom wind blowing through this October
Drunken mad man slowly growing sober
A warmth in the air
Blows through her hair
I've a wish that life lived without scorn
Where art thou roses is there be thorns

Princess of majesty bathing by the moon
Writing 'till the dusky dawn in the solice of her room
Biting on her lower lip as nervous tensions rise
Coldest cubes of ice make up the bodies of the lies
Touched by the spirit
Without ways to clear it
I've a wish that hearts would mend once been torn
Where art thou roses if there be thorns

Time twisting turns of the rocky dirt road
Stop watches ticking as our lives are written in code
Cannot understand what is inked into the skin
Deaf to all the voices that echoe from within
Drab colors now stain
Blood leaks but feels no pain
I've a wish that needs to be sworn
Where art thou roses if there be thorns

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