Of Hierophants and HermitsOne should hope that when the end of days draw close Inexplicably you'll ask yourself what you have to show A life of devotion, emotion, promotion, coercion or any of the above? Don't worry too hard, or you'll find yourself with a lack of Opportunity, what we all take for granted and many ignore Not yet content with what providence might have in store But while we all have our share of constraints and complaints Others less fortunate start to grow faint Of body and mind, no longer looking behind Rather than placing the blame, place a stronger bearing In your own faith, but there's noOf Hierophants and Hermits
God-fearingSteering, like your hands are off the wheel Too proud to admit that it lessens the appeal To think of the current situation, as it is now Never content with such intentions, you deserve a bow You've been busy teaching lessons, but it's your turn to pay attention I've got nothing to prove, and neither do you It's hard to trust when you're afraid to lose What little you've got left but it's time to choose Abused and amused, it's like a fuckin carousel So speak up and walk tall, go parallel To your own rationale, maybe you'd be surprised What you could salvage and contrive TGod-fearing
ElegyThe ripest youth has been plucked prematurely Reluctant to cope, I'll give my leave early So in mourning I can openly introspect Meditate, habituate, have my own dialect Anesthesia or amnesia, for either I'd plea With nothing to trade but a second-hand memory I'll turn my head apathetically to an offered epiphany Instead acrimoniously opting for a sort of calamity Then I'll situate my sentiment where you'd least expect So as to write an elegy for it, out of respectElegy
A Toast, to DebaucheryYou pour the bottle I'll pass the cups Let's have a good time Let's get fucked up What we feel we can't trust Because of our inebriationA Toast, to Debauchery
But we can drink what we lust And conceal our liaison * * * Her mouth made a sound, with a hint of disdain "It's your choice to indulge or abstain" Of course it is, but we all end up the same So if you make a little mess, don't be ashamed It's
Oh wo-oh yowI remember when I was young enough to wear dresses everyday, I used to walk in what would be a gutter, that is, if I had understood the concept of trash at an age like that, and when their were puddles, and in them the moon slid, I would always wonder if I looked up it would be the same moon, or if there was something deeper inside the puddles, that as a girl I was not allowed to step in.Oh wo-oh yow
There was a world I wasn't sure of, a reason that escaped me, despite its binding structure on my entire waking life. I wonder now if I had jumped into that puddle, if I would be any differnt today?
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Megan
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