anti-matter of hope ([info]joemess) wrote,
@ 2007-11-20 11:39:00
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shafts of wheat thrown in the wind
as if i lie upon a plate
could i dissect my mind and take
the errors and twisted thoughts
that writhe with uncontrolled energy
and cut and splice them to a better will?

we live our lives with helpless energy
trying to believe meaning in the way we make
we are heads on the pedestals of our lives
standing before our blink of time
looking on the playground before eternity
driven to pursue life, words, even these

it will sometimes be difficult
for some there will be no other way
much of our hand is dealt at birth
added with so much at random
that nothing is ever sure

the old giants pass like old rafts
their wood broken by time and popular reshaping
we are alone and troubled, too much of the time
errors and antagonists against each other
and ourselves

life a ruthless, inescapable game



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