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I have learned that blood and bone Are no assurance of love That the parents who should protect you Forget you In the wake of their own unspun lives I have learned that the newborn life Once cradled in my arms Won't consider my sacrifice In the wake of unbridled rage Love is a hollow lie I have learned that I am a monster Murderous and cruel Selfish and judgemental Producing bitter fruit That withers on the vine I have learned that the world Doesn't love a dreamer War and tragedy churns In the belly of Babylon The meek are weak expendable Casualties of circumstance Destined for demise I have learned there is no sanctuary No refuge from the malice Washing over me like sleet On a winter day My heart is cold stone I am lifeless I have learned that intoxicants Only fuel the ache magnify this emptiness with shallow platitudes The flavor of the day Scraped off the spoon tomorrow I have learned I still don't know how To give up the little dreams In the silence of my soul I gather them piece by piece Hiding them from myself For fear I'll do me harm I have learned I should love myself I have learned....I don't know how to love TLB 05/20/08
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Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 1:10 PM UTC
I Have Learned
I have learned that blood and bone Are no assurance of love That the parents who should protect you Forget you In the wake of their own unspun lives I have learned that the newborn life Once cradled in my arms Won't consider my sacrifice In the wake of unbridled rage Love is a hollow lie I have learned that I am a monster Murderous and cruel Selfish and judgemental Producing bitter fruit That withers on the vine I have learned that the world Doesn't love a dreamer War and tragedy churns In the belly of Babylon The meek are weak expendable Casualties of circumstance Destined for demise I have learned there is no sanctuary No refuge from the malice Washing over me like sleet On a winter day My heart is cold stone I am lifeless I have learned that intoxicants Only fuel the ache magnify this emptiness with shallow platitudes The flavor of the day Scraped off the spoon tomorrow I have learned I still don't know how To give up the little dreams In the silence of my soul I gather them piece by piece Hiding them from myself For fear I'll do me harm I have learned I should love myself I have learned....I don't know how to love TLB 05/20/08
Not much changes, this one is old but still indicative of "me" - I don't produce light. I only reflect it.
tammy-boehm
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Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 1:10 PM UTC
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