10-17-07

"I wrote this listening to Bob Dylan's "Hurrican" ~ enjoy.

  warmer the air got;
warmer; warmer; and warmer;
deep into the summer sun
that caused the moon to
turn into a mold of a hate
that turned black on me today.

  wanting; begging; pleading;
forgiveness almost forgave me
as pathetic called my name
to become insecure of myself; once again
life questioned me, "Why I ever lived?"

  I didn't care that
I held the guns in my hands
as I tried to committ a suicide of
a sacrifice lost or that
I heard laughing in the distance
calling me crazy;
I just wish that the chains of my bondage
would fall off my shoulders as I prayed.

  soon enough; very soon
almost as if I dreamed;
but really I did dream of a
provocative; sensual; dream
that went deep into
the pleasures that made me
beg the Priest the next day
to try to forgive my sins away.

  blissfull wounds taunted me
just like society wished that
I'd quit my drinking;
and as for the Politicians who
raised the taxes to put me
into an Alcoholics Anomonious Program;
I spit upon their ruling of a
tax that tried to take
my happiness away.

  the unjustice was left for dead today
as everyone I knew
showed me nothing but sad faces;
I tried to fix their pain;
but I failed miserably;
as our only hope of a cure
was that we could forget
who we have become and
that the dried; dead skin; bled into the
blood clots that forged history to sigh.

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