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Big Deference

Contributed by screwge on Sunday, 20th July 2008 @ 05:33:39 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



They tell me, Child, beware.
There is no substitute for prayer.
No synonym for
Hymn.

In the deepest night,
We are still awake.
We keep our eyes peeled --
For His sake.

There is no sleep
For those who weep.
For the stubborn --
On behalf of the taciturn.

And if we dare to complain,
To hem and haw,
The faceted jewel
That is law

Will no longer look out for us
In its justice.
We might as well
Build a precipice

Without barricade
And expose our skin
To a land without shade.
And gather all our water

In a bucket,
And if you have a sorrow,
Tuck it
Underneath your chin
.

I must toil out in the naked sun,
My lips scourged by ditching skin
Turning cracked and chapped,
A shovel in my lap,

Rooted between the legs,
Emerging from an earthen gap.
And later,
A kitten in my lap,

Its movements gentle.
My bitter responsibility.
This kitten on me forms a gradient,
And I am the lesser innocent.

It sighs, it purrs, it rolls its tongue,
Yet my hands have not been wrung.
I found my own guilt
In the fallow soil,

In the black silt
Where I did weep and toil.
They tell me
Nothing is interchangeable for a dirge,

The only way to clear and purge
The early troubled state.
They tell me, Pray harder,
And do not barter

In the grieving ways of men,
In the dire ways of men.
But dire! It is always dire!
These relics looking like a pyre --

These matches that ignite fire.
An ash-kissed storm
Is our new norm!
And when I amble off to the

Telephone booth,
They tell me there is only one way to have dialed --
And then talk in my accent,
Hearing laughter on the other line --

I am defiled.
Call 911, you messenger,
I do not care about your pride,
Your family name, your lion prides --

Did Caesar have an ego on the Ides
While he lay ambushed?
(Can you have an ego while you die?
And author synopsis within a sigh?)




Copyright © screwge ... [ 2008-07-20 05:33:39]
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Re: Big Deference (User Rating: 1 )
by Valerie_Pearson on Monday, 21st July 2008 @ 10:07:00 AM AEST
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Very deep write here, so much emerged from the inner soul, Glad you shared this gem, Take care Valerie


Re: Big Deference (User Rating: 1 )
by wheels on Sunday, 27th July 2008 @ 09:38:33 AM AEST
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You have a very interesting style here and I must admit that you do have a gift for language.

--kevin




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