So you're mending that fence today?
New nails, new boards, to replace the rot.
Hammer in these new pieces, and it's okay?
You say it's fine, but I know it's not-
Are you working to keep things out, or in?
And look now how our fence is inconsistant!
Perhaps that's the difference
Between you and I-
Point of view, use versus beauty.
Am I the only one who sees
There's something noble in being broken?
Come one, come all, to the hole in our wall,
We've no need to repair, we'll wait for you there!
But you fix it and hope to hold the world out.
Does that work? As you see I have my doubts.
Please- don't nail in those boards!
Just how bad can a little gap be?
To lock the world out is safer, I admit,
But at least now, inside is not lonely.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
"Dominance" - Written 08/08/08
I am the Pharoah,
Godly and all knowing.
Yet this man is saying
"Let my people get going"
and I am....
He brought plagues,
And death, to our first sons.
Now with Their passing
I'll be the only one,
I will be....
I am a godly man!
The sun is in my hands!
I have my fathers throne!
Yet I am....
So they have left,
All are now gone.
There's nothing for me here,
I'm the only one,
Here I sit....
Drowned in tears,
Swallowed by the sea,
I'd rather this
Than to let myself be,
What I feel....
I am a lowly man,
No power in my hands!
I give up all I own,
To not feel so alone!
Godly and all knowing.
Yet this man is saying
"Let my people get going"
and I am....
He brought plagues,
And death, to our first sons.
Now with Their passing
I'll be the only one,
I will be....
I am a godly man!
The sun is in my hands!
I have my fathers throne!
Yet I am....
So they have left,
All are now gone.
There's nothing for me here,
I'm the only one,
Here I sit....
Drowned in tears,
Swallowed by the sea,
I'd rather this
Than to let myself be,
What I feel....
I am a lowly man,
No power in my hands!
I give up all I own,
To not feel so alone!
Friday, August 1, 2008
"Little-Lines" - Written 31/07/08
Little lines, little lines,
Tell me now and true.
What is your purpose,
What is to be seen in you?
You cut me deep, to the bone,
Plaguing me, never leaving me alone.
Little lines, bloody little lines,
Are you great trenches, swallowing life?
Or great cracks in a breaking dam,
River cutting through you like a knife.
You remain like features carved in stone,
Plaguing me, never leaving me alone.
Little lines, paling little lines,
Nobody knows of you but me.
When I am gone, will you remain,
And finally someone else shall see?
Whisper to them secrets unknown,
Plaguing them, that they left me alone.
Tell me now and true.
What is your purpose,
What is to be seen in you?
You cut me deep, to the bone,
Plaguing me, never leaving me alone.
Little lines, bloody little lines,
Are you great trenches, swallowing life?
Or great cracks in a breaking dam,
River cutting through you like a knife.
You remain like features carved in stone,
Plaguing me, never leaving me alone.
Little lines, paling little lines,
Nobody knows of you but me.
When I am gone, will you remain,
And finally someone else shall see?
Whisper to them secrets unknown,
Plaguing them, that they left me alone.
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