It's an innocent thing
A few words hauled aloft
By a question mark
Hanging there, quite unaware
Of the mounting cost
That anchors the answer in silence
Nothing more than a question
Nothing less than his soul
He would shed the words like a tear
Or rip himself in two
To sustain the illusion of silence
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Counselling is a Lie
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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Final Thoughts From an AGM You want to mess with me? I can take you down a notch Spill the beans I’ll spill your blood Tooth for tooth, splo...
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Standing on a Hillside Sometimes you look back on where you have been Past the cloud-fluffy daffodils bobbing and green Through the deep dar...
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