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Saturday, March 18, 2006


   Yup
Poetry, again. I think my deal is, when im up this late and noones around, my mind and body let loose for awhile, so i can get my muse to visit. Like ive said before, my muse is a visitor, bringing news from the back of my mind where im normally too busy to look. But, anyway, this poem is about a person i know, who is rich, has it all, has a closed mind, and a very open mouth about it all.
Ive been told I have a simple life
by those who have it all
the ones with no strife
the ones who never fall.

Have they ever felt a soul
ripped from the earthly plane?
Have they ever set a goal
to strive and reach in vain?

Do they ever realize
that life's not gold and green?
can their righteous minds idealize
the line between kind and mean?

then there are those who know
that the world is theirs to hold
they have no scars to show
no wisdom and stories of old

The mundane sicken me
who see with merely eyes
but what truth can you see
when only the inside cries

Truth is below the skin
far deeper than eyes go
you cant gather much when
that skin i rarely show

I hide myself in black
modesty gone to shame
self-esteem is what i lack
to stop taking blame

From the mundane i despise
i take the verbal bash
by now you would surmise
id return with my own lash

but patience overtakes me
I return only harshes blows
their idiocy roughly shakes me
my weakness nearly shows

But yet I stay above
with purity and light
I cling to dearest love
and stand throughout the fight

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