A Point in History
I'm up at this hour just give me a break
I want to quit but there’s too much at stake
Can't sleep with these thoughts for goodness sake
Too many listening to the fork tongued snake,
She always looked like she was about to cry
You took the love she had right out of her eyes
What’s the use once you realize?
Betrayal can never be legitimized,
Sitting alone in this empty chair
With that thousand mile stare
Wondering if anyone is there
Where are you God you say that you care?
She took many chapters of my life
Where there was love you created strife
The tension in the room you could cut with a knife
I might as well march into battle playing a fife,
After all of my giving
I’m shocked at the way I’m living
The Lord will say, “Just keep on forgiving”
If only I’d known from the very beginning,
The recriminations are way too old
There’s many more truths to unfold
I’ll admit these experiences have left me quite cold
In this world where souls are bought and sold,
I’m just an unknown street corner poet
Slightly bitter wouldn’t you know it?
Pulling recollections from the dusty closet
What of those things you loved and now regret?
There’s an owl in the darkness and a creak of the floor
There comes a time when a good man can’t take anymore
If you’ve read this far I hope you’re not bored
It seems today that evil is running up quite a score,
You might believe that I’m a little bit grim
Wondering just what did the world do to him
Perhaps it’s the conformists who are quite dim
Saving their country chances are slim,
It seems I’ve arrived at a point in history
When every conclusion is based upon a mystery
Where truth has become no more than conspiracy
Be careful, your facts could get you accused of heresy,
Words escape me as I come to a close
How is it that contempt so easily grows?
A word of advice from the path I once chosen
Be careful of the implications of the seeds you’ve sown.
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cheeki kea Thank you for your inspiring words! Always a pleasure to hear from you.
That's thought provoking Doc V. But you're not "Just" (simply) an unknown St. Cnr poet as in a bland adverb no. A small Twink could reform that into a desirable adjective which would sound more like you A just (honourable) yet unknown St. Cnr poet... etc. Actually thinking about all poets and bloggers that have ever struggled in the censorship of their efforts to each of them I say.....~ something I've made up at this moment
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