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Tears

April 14, 2012

I wouldn’t venture to call myself a poet, nor this a poem, but maybe just that the following is a poetic response to this.

They suck, they thrash, they resist.

Feeding a cancerous cyst

Ears filling, eyesight dimming

Living a reality that is not real.

Won’t you listen?

Won’t you consider, perhaps the populace is wrong

True Love at its core is neither easy nor comfortable.

A wolf licks a knife frozen in blood,

dying a slow death of ecstasy.

Laocoön is dismissed-

“Oh, that’s only what you believe.”

Tears.

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  1. April 18, 2012 1:56 am

    Fret not yourself because of evildoers. . .
    For they will soon fade like the grass
    and wither like the green herb.
    Trust in the Lord, and do good;
    dwell in the land and befriend faithfulness.
    Delight yourself in the Lord,
    and he will give you the desires of your heart.
    Psalm 37: 1-4

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