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July 30, 2009

Guide
 
The fledgling wiggles
to and fro
with no path
no direction to choose.
 
How must it survive?
Why with its own
newfangled mind,
it can’t live.
 
All paths have
a guide.
A sign.
Experience.
 
The only way
is the gentle
mellifluous
sound of
a guardian.

July 29, 2009

Reason
 
why must I wheeze
for nothing.
why must I work
for iota.
 
why must I breathe
for more.
 
My yen overcomes
my narrow ken.
 
So, why must I
live for others
to see and judge
when I have no say,
 
no volition for
the path I take.

July 26, 2009

Night

Snoring upon keyboard
so lies a man
in dreams
and yet
as you read
the light of day
will shine
and break
enchantment.

July 25, 2009

Lying

People say lies are harmful
that their race must be eliminated
what discrimination against lies!
it’s all a misunderstanding
truth is all the fluffy lies
would hug and comfort you
to the best that they can do.
sure they mess up here and there
and maybe irritate a few friends
but they do it just for you

so how can you hate someone
who understand you so well?
the reason that they
bounce on the truths and
pull their hair strand by strand
to make them weep
and mumble only the bit
that you will need
all that you want
they will give to you.
so why not embrace it?
they work day and night
those loyal servants
riding whatever words
that you utter.

they are the perfect imps
fit for humanity.
so why accuse the lies
when you are at fault
when the people who believe it’s wrong
will lie themselves every day so strong.

So…
I say this poem is an essay,
It is much better this way.

The Unforeseen Truth

The adder crawls beneath the birth of seed
and wets the sinless golden sparks for ages.
It grows a plague that hides amongst our need.
its true quintessence buried under rages.
The promised dreams that you belie and rise
Corrupts the batch of mother earth’s fine prize.