Infinite blue fields
  Growing cotton,
unworn,
             unsold
Letting the wind carry off the crop
    And night brings an end to the season.

She killed my brother, so I'll **** her
O what a glorious, glorious ******

There was no evidence, but still
Her burning guilt is all I feel

My brother was all I ever knew
But still she stabbed him through and through

The ****** sight made police unnerved
And thus justice was left unserved

Their fault, I take it in my hand
To be the hero of the land

I sharpen the knife, hide it away
And await her arrival on a warm summer's day

She comes-acting cheery- how can she be so?
How can she act merry and be all aglow?

I hate her more, where is her guilt?
Where is the shame on this pile of filth?

Is she glad to be rid of my poor deceased brother?
O he that loved her with love like no other?

He that trusted and gave her all kisses?
How dare she **** him! How can she not miss him?

She talks, and a fake tear appears
All that I give her is anger and lears

She looks so confused and steps towards the door
As I move my hand to inside the drawer

The knife, shining- ******!- slides into her chest
Twice to the right, and one in her left

She falls to the ground, reaching for me
Oh, what a sight, a sight what to see!

My brother avenged! Justice was given
But now the knife must be put back and hidden

The body be covered and buried with care
My innocence perfect when police come to there

They found her body, still I don't fret
For I am as harmless as harmless can get

The police came to interview, just to do that
So calmly I sit, and happy they sat

Questions? I give them a most solid alibi
And serving them tea to satisfy

I stand to prepare it, and keep with the talk
And hand cups to them with a small cough

One gets up and looks for a spoon
And, forgetful, I point him to my doom

For he opens the drawer and he looks right at me
He holds up a knife for all to see

The dried blood streaks are only proof made
O fateful, O cursѐd, O severing blade

They lock me up tight, I spit at them, hiss
I'm innocent! Innocent as innocent gets!

I killed her because she killed my brother
I served justice more than any other!

They shook their heads and show me a note
Before he died was what he wrote

“But he was thrice stabbed, is this a lie?”
“Yes it was,” police say, “Suicide.”

I do not believe them, they are insane
My brother, and sister, did not die in vain!

Because she killed my brother, and I killed her
And I am NOT guilty of senseless ******

Lion, dweller of the desert
with gleaming fur and crushing paws
      wandered, searching, thirsty, wanting
when only yards away was fresh-rain ponds
   just barely out of sight
           and the lion was almost satisfied
For now, it was patient


But then, from its dark, dry hole
a snake, red, long, its body curled in waves
   it came and teased the lion
     selfish, ignorant, it swam through sand
right in front of that thirsty lion
                Not counting its consequences


The lion's fur rose as it watched the snake go
      It's heart, mighty, proud, longed to ****** the serpent
or chase, at least chase
  But its clever mind scorned-
The lion needed water, its thirst growing great
           The fresh-rain ponds were just over the sand hill
The heart fought the mind
      The mind finally gave
         Knowing the worst with great disregard


It leaped through the gold dust and pounced on the snake
         But there-
   its heart was great
       but its mind was resentful with spite
              thirsting to wound that heart's lazy pride
  so it let that scarlet snake slipped
right through, free from the paws
      to retreat in its hole
           until morning

This lion's heart, it beat and swore
This lion's mind, it smirked and snubbed
         And it sat in the sun of the desert, much greater than it
      Just wrinkling to nothing
           Bitter with loss for drink and food
No compromise to be reached,
        The lion withered for nothing
To have its ashes mixed with the sand
and blown
         away

He's confused, but I am certainly not
Looking towards closet and holding a key
I'm waiting for a lock to turn and open
For now, I'll waste and watch and wait
While he wanders 'round the gate

When the time comes I'll say I thought
For one moment I thought I'd seen
A gleam, no, now needing a place to mope in
I'll recover, bloom, heal, feel, satiate
But all I feel now is love, no hate

Of course, there is a chance I've sought
My mind and eyes been much too keen
And imagined his secret, with worries so smitten
I suppose I must only seek my Fate
Thought good things come to those who listen-
and wait.

They told me time would fly
I wish it did but it won't
Flat out refuses to go by with ease
As I'm paralyzed by yesterday
it seems like yesterday- just then?
Can't be, but still I remember all of it
too well for my own convenience.
Stark memories of us frozen in life
I think we're laughing but then rain
-tears?- blurs our old photograph
so that we might be fighting
or you might be leaving.
We're both sad. Both crying. And
I don't understand it. We were just stupid
with stupid minds and stupid misconceptions
of faith & loyalty & commitment & love
Ah- love. We never said the word aloud
but it was there and it was glowing
and we both knew it. We both saw and heard it
We believed it & wanted it so badly.
But fate was cruel. I was cruel and
you were cruel and we were wild and mad
and we loved every second of it- together
Hah, I thought that meant forever
But everyone knows cliché never happens
in 'real' life, whatever that's supposed to mean
Opposed to a fake life?
That must have been what we were living
A world of lies, a mere dream
with nightmarish consequences.
Huh. Bet you never thought of that.
Bet you never thought about anything.
Its sad to watch an intelligent man
make such stupid errors
Reason and logic mean nothing, absolutely nothing
when emotions flow through your blood
Don't you just love being human?

So, here we are
with out choices to make
hearts to bend and promises to break
Or... perhaps we extend our hands to each other
Call it peace, truce, dare I even say friendship?
Because like broken glass or shattered porcelain
Add a touch of glue
And we might just mend.

lies
fed to us through straws
we are starving lions
bitter has never been more sweet
strawberries, like strawberries
fresh off the vine
but not quite ripe enough-
too young
they said we were too young
**** them, **** it all!
to be free
ignore them
no more than gnats-
petty
black
specks

we aren't rebels-
just crazy stupid
but honest, and right
misunderstood
that's our excuse

let's go get ourselves killed
martyrs
pick up your pen, fight
hell yes, to the death
what can we live for
if the world is a prison?
break the chains, we can run
like thieves, by night and moon
with candles-

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