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Thursday, January 25, 2007

When

I look down in hidden tears
Pain falls from this heart
A mystery not to really know
Where this life intends to try and place me
So, should I care at all
Where you so choose to follow suit
In the march behind
Whatever one chooses to call this
The taste of death
Is all that lingers upon the surface
These lips that which only express truth
Emotions resurface
Only to question their wisdom in doing so
Was it wise to bleed this way?
Do such words or emotion
Fall on deaf ears in multitudes?
Hope that only the seed remains planted
Taking root to grow up
Again in innocence

©'07 J.P.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Spiral of Darkness

Sometimes it takes it toll
On this tattered and torn soul
This light in darkness peers from below
As the eye opens looking to know
Don't care what the hell I have done
No longer will I be on the run
Nothing to do now
No longer wasting my time on how
So from you I slowly fade
As the game you have played
Deep down this hate festers, seeping
Love the way you thought I was sleeping
When all the while
Inside I watch on and smile
Letting it all go
Get on with the show
Untied and undone
The time has come

©'07 J.P.

Monday, January 22, 2007

Where Am I?

Where have you set me
In your life
Would I be the field you play
Another touchdown to spike away
Nothing anticipated but is all the same
Ripping this heart from the cage
Now what will you do?
Rotting away the past
You wish to remain attached to
Nothing I can say
Nothing I can do
Moving onward to live
Why must you want to remain here
In the death of these fiends?
They eat at you from within
Suffering is all they want
What they feed on
To believe they are surviving
No I tell thee
They shall not linger
A sheer waste of space
In their own abyss so individual
Innocence unspoken heard now
Rip away from the pain they inflict
Upon your beauty within
I can no longer bear to witness
Fate
Unbiased in her actions
Empty in her ways
I am love
Bestowed to all of this?
Why must I bother
If all they want is death

Hate
Friend or foe

©'07 J.P.