PAPER CUP

The castle of blood
High up in the clouds
Removes my mask
Prepares my shroud

Pretense in denial
Kneel in prayer
“What reality meglomates the soothsayer?”

.....ah, but I may as well disturb the universe

THE WRITTEN WORD WAS ONCE HEARD - they talk of it
THE WRITTEN WORD WAS ONCE HEARD - in spasms and fits
THE WRITTEN WORD WAS ONCE HEARD - your hands are greasy
THE WRITTEN WORD WAS ONCE HEARD - with sweat and toil

Days can wither and pass you by
Over the seas, gulls can fly
Dogs can fight and men will die
A helpless mother can weep and cry

A ship can travel many nights
A poet may laugh at the writs
A man can suddenly lose his sight
Prophets may stand up for their rights
A bomb can blow the world to bits
.... obliterate the might

But still we share the tormented dream
To cross over this great divide.

02/01/2005

Author's Note: Peace

Posted on 02/01/2005
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