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I gave you the steel - Hopes, thoughts, fears, Reforged, Honed to jagged spears, Turned against the flesh From which they were wrought. But blood won't flow From the piercings Anymore. The corpse, complaisant, yields From a lifetime of wounds. Those razor-edged words Drained joy Like the ****** Of a shattered wine glass Once cut painful and red- Nails pressed through skin - We veiled those marks From family and friends While I learned to hide Behind vacant eyes, Mute lips, Mind dreaming of water Running from oily feathers Off a duck Imagining words were rain And ears coated with The magic stuff That would shed the pain If only I believed hard enough. Tomorrow I could find another smile, Know The world hadn't really changed Much, Find new words to alter Anger to love. How did psyche falter - Those few unshed drops In incidental increments or By catastrophe, A failure like a levee Rupturing, leaving land awash - Doesn't really matter. Frame now basks in your cascade, Absorbing and accepting, Soul long lost now wandering Wondering when will body follow, Missing the mate with whom to share That steel from which love Should be made.
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Sep 13, 2009
Sep 13, 2009 at 8:06 PM UTC
War of Words
I gave you the steel - Hopes, thoughts, fears, Reforged, Honed to jagged spears, Turned against the flesh From which they were wrought. But blood won't flow From the piercings Anymore. The corpse, complaisant, yields From a lifetime of wounds. Those razor-edged words Drained joy Like the ****** Of a shattered wine glass Once cut painful and red- Nails pressed through skin - We veiled those marks From family and friends While I learned to hide Behind vacant eyes, Mute lips, Mind dreaming of water Running from oily feathers Off a duck Imagining words were rain And ears coated with The magic stuff That would shed the pain If only I believed hard enough. Tomorrow I could find another smile, Know The world hadn't really changed Much, Find new words to alter Anger to love. How did psyche falter - Those few unshed drops In incidental increments or By catastrophe, A failure like a levee Rupturing, leaving land awash - Doesn't really matter. Frame now basks in your cascade, Absorbing and accepting, Soul long lost now wandering Wondering when will body follow, Missing the mate with whom to share That steel from which love Should be made.
Copyright 2008 Robert Zanfad
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Sep 13, 2009
Sep 13, 2009 at 8:06 PM UTC
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