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Mark Wanless Jun 12
**, what noise? Ahhh 'tis but the wind disturbing
A precarious balance. Well I know
This barren waste holds naught but air and rock,
For once again has wrath and anger pricked
The mind of Zeus to vengeance, and bans He
Now all visitations. No more shall the
Daughters of Oceanos come to speed
The hours with mild discourse. No longer shall
Their beauty bless my days. The weight of isolation
Does so press upon me that the vain and
Servile babblings of Hermes would be welcome
But His voice forbids it. And these craggy
Towers wrought of Nature cruelly do
Bar the simple pleasures of rambling goat
And song full bird, for no beast may attain
These heights save one, my feathered torment. Half
My time is spent, half is yet to come, and
Darkly do my spirits waver. Is it
Not better to give to Zeus His want and
End this agony, than to grieve the trials
Of stubborn opposition? Would it not
Better serve my purpose to be free these
Fast fettering chains? Oh how dreary do
These weary thoughts color the mind, yet how
Quickly do they fade in the light of immortality.
It is far more wise to own this vile *******
Than bend to a raging will. Well I see
The coming of His pains and my release,
And the certain knowledge of those days steels me
To endure.
oldie but a goodie
Mark Wanless Jun 11
On journey to
Discover self
There is none
Mark Wanless Jun 10
"And The World Is Human"

Children laugh in their innocent play
A young man loves his wife today
A twice worn dress is thrown away
        And the world is human.

An unknowing child is lost then found
A bleeding man attracts a crowd
The carousing deaf like their music loud
        And the world is human.

A ****** man has a love for life
A pious man berates his wife
A robust man knows pain and strife
        And the world is human.

In all the lands there's old and new
And time flows on for me and you
There are many wonders left it's true
        And the world is human.
Mark Wanless Jun 9
lyrics maybe may 17 19

words words words
  heard them all my life

just a refection of my mind
  a mirror of distortion

a life of my creation
  here i am now

walking forward slowly
  into the dark

unknown to those who sleep
  when they lay at night

to change this time i can not
  think of what to do

cause i'm looking outside
  but inner is the true

time to hate is over
  hating for so long

time to create the next life
  master of the song
Mark Wanless Jun 8
flabby warrior
sits on riverbank
katana drops
Mark Wanless May 29
shallow river
on the sandy bed-
bones beneath
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