I was never told
To behold The tears Carrying all my fears To let them flow For the glow To pay the price For snatching the prize To let someone die On the mere roll of the die I was never told To behold The dance of the fairies Amongst fires in the prairies Of the sacrifice For the fool’s paradise I was never told To behold The danseuse death In her fight with fate The glory bequeath With the fory dead I was never told To prepare myself To fight herself To wrench my prize From someone her size I was never told To behold People’s fate In someone’s gait To let the decision Be forsaken of vision I was never told To behold The dance of the dead As if they had never bled Their waking up again Out of deign not disdain I was never told To behold The history being rewritten And the mysteries being smitten..
I was never told.
484 lines intended as Artistic Interpretation of peace defeating war, in my mind, for today.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1qx4E9PuF5jAxrFNFzEHn17dZCLkyFTr0qtmv4pI5cN4/edit?usp=sharing The link is sharable and artsy criticism with generational contentions requested, if I offend, I wish to know if it was where intended.
Thanks, dear reader, I am nothing without you pulling on my threads.
I told the truth when all we had to go on was lies
Though the truth had no real value because deception had been glamorised I acted with integrity and I did what I knew to be right You put on your crafty masquerade and collected deceit's first prize
because we all know immorality is so often rewarded
You have the power to ****
I have the power to birth your babies First prize goes to me
taking first prize for power
more a turn away than a love that is wanting one to stay run as quickly as the wind if you feel your loves a prize to win
If love was not hard
It would not be rewarding Trophies must be earned
It wouldn't be a prize if anyone could win it
An attitude of purrfect proportions.
But those, come to stroke me eyes.. You smile until there guest scampers over your feet " surprise,
Second chances are pots of gold at the end of a rainbow.
But we treat them like a prize from a box of ******* jacks; Cherished one minute, then the next we put it back. Not taking things for granted is easier said than done. But if you get a second chance, treat it like it's the only one
Each day we are here should be loved with great cheer
Should be prized as a win as we set out to begin To begin a new day is a prize I would say Honor this chance to spread love in your dance... Brian Hill - 2020 # 6
Find your own life dance
The prize That was not the prize There is a hot sting not to wear gold Nor silver, nor copper, nor soft satin There is a gnawing hunger Not to gain, Check, Dollar, Nor nickel. But The prize The prize Those were not the prize I crave that first voice That tongue dancing my song Those lips kissing my ink Those teeth chewing in ecstasy The words I wrote Just me