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Dawn, o Dawn Sunlight that spills over a distant hill Teasing the shadows of wheat and knell Filling the cracks with a soulful lit Expose the face, the shining face The earth that shies from night Expose the blindness of the earth Just as blind in the light. The fury that melts the dew away Casts me long away from me I stood outside, the weeping fields Seeking the escape I need. Futility, oh misery It pulled me back, the seed And forced embrace, to love the day Despite spurn, implore, or plead. The coming day, I hate the man No friend of mine is he Every day, oh, Dawn, oh Dawn A disappointment to me. Ev’ry step of Apollo’s path Is paved with bitter tears Each minute, forced to swallow To see my failure’s leers Each time the day begins anew I’m forced into a darker world One where pieces of the previous day Are halved, split into Shreds and shreds Oh, dear, oh, dear You’d think spirit’d be all but dead But what kills him more is not his thought But what my eyes continue to see When those eyes were drawn to me The sun shows never was It existed in the dark Obscures like barley’s shadow does And if, of course, it’s fantasy A book intent with end I’ll rip and claw the dawn away And fiction I’ll defend For if you’ll never grace my field And reap the fruits that grow I’ll just raze them, sky and all The passion the earth will know. A fictitious world, much more surreal I love my own creation The sunlight unveils the bitter truth They are not food, but cremation. If I could stop the coming dawn If even for a moment Darkness would bathe the far corners Wasted lives atone it. But that is bunk, the dawn knows that Reality is taken in full Who ever knew a crisp fall morn Could be so utterly cruel? Laying here, the sun moves on Soon we’ll both be dead To face the face, my misery Confines me to this bed.
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Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 8:22 AM UTC
Dawn, O Dawn
Dawn, o Dawn Sunlight that spills over a distant hill Teasing the shadows of wheat and knell Filling the cracks with a soulful lit Expose the face, the shining face The earth that shies from night Expose the blindness of the earth Just as blind in the light. The fury that melts the dew away Casts me long away from me I stood outside, the weeping fields Seeking the escape I need. Futility, oh misery It pulled me back, the seed And forced embrace, to love the day Despite spurn, implore, or plead. The coming day, I hate the man No friend of mine is he Every day, oh, Dawn, oh Dawn A disappointment to me. Ev’ry step of Apollo’s path Is paved with bitter tears Each minute, forced to swallow To see my failure’s leers Each time the day begins anew I’m forced into a darker world One where pieces of the previous day Are halved, split into Shreds and shreds Oh, dear, oh, dear You’d think spirit’d be all but dead But what kills him more is not his thought But what my eyes continue to see When those eyes were drawn to me The sun shows never was It existed in the dark Obscures like barley’s shadow does And if, of course, it’s fantasy A book intent with end I’ll rip and claw the dawn away And fiction I’ll defend For if you’ll never grace my field And reap the fruits that grow I’ll just raze them, sky and all The passion the earth will know. A fictitious world, much more surreal I love my own creation The sunlight unveils the bitter truth They are not food, but cremation. If I could stop the coming dawn If even for a moment Darkness would bathe the far corners Wasted lives atone it. But that is bunk, the dawn knows that Reality is taken in full Who ever knew a crisp fall morn Could be so utterly cruel? Laying here, the sun moves on Soon we’ll both be dead To face the face, my misery Confines me to this bed.
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jp-goss
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 8:22 AM UTC
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