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[aurocle]

Wisteria

If we’re comparing love to trees Then sure I’d say it’s evergreen But when time comes swinging, chainsaws attached Even a forest vs an axe, (good luck with that) Can do nothing but sit by and watch, as Its limbs are ripped off branch by branch, Its beating heart under attack, It’s compost in this circumstance. A thousand years aren’t strong enough To live one hour undercut By the wasted days and empty promises, The unvoiced issues that eat away at positives, Till all that’s left are termite mounds Built on lies and hatred, the piercing sounds Of two bound together for far too long Just cut those bonds, set the strings to burn In a fire of familiar logs, they yearn For peace between those foreign powers Who once were lovers But now are cowards, lost In a forest of a million trees Could you torch all of those memories?

[leoneotaira]

The goat that eats his fill

Down the way, where the willows wobble, Where the rivers are red and the roof is hollow, The ferryman ships us to and fro From the opal skies to the gates of gold.

Here the goat sits upon his seat, Within vast fields of grass and wheat, Where farmers toil for many a mile And the tyrant’s foil is in exile.

The wings of faith rapt over me As the red sea swamped the lonely tree That stood solemn guard upon a hill Until the goat had had his fill.

As the tangled threads of lead and bronze Unravel, the bright and cheery fronds, Who’ve seen countless devastations sing Softly, hoping, “Hope is fading.”

[aurocle]

I personally do not find comfort in Nihilism

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[aurocle]

Olympic

If you’re ever feeling Grecian, and I For one feel like a God, You’d appreciate the feelings, that I Have experienced myself. When I am on Olympus, above the mountaintops And down below the humans meddle, I don’t tell them to stop. With the strength of many men, and the courage of a lion, I send my legions (many men and lions) to defy them. When their town is naught but cinders And I hear the women cry, I transform into an angel, who With His beauty lets them die. Of course, I mustn't mention, that I take a little on the side, When people die I feel quite bad, so I need a little lie. And who would care? (Once there are none left to feel) With my mighty sword and hammer and axe I can recreate their fields. I can recreate their lives so that When they at last return. I can do it all over again And again, again, again, again… That’s quite a sight to see. Do you think I am corrupt? I see myself in golden chains and I am filled with pure disgust. That power overwhelming, that belies man’s greatest gift, Is coursing through my soul. A burden that a bull can’t shift. If you’re ever feeling Grecian, and I Was once a mighty god, You’d appreciate my sage advice, don’t try To be something you’re not.

[aurocle]

Politics

Before we knew where truth had tumbled We lost the fight, our hearts were humbled By obstructions of our basic rights, Defeated; Was all we felt on wasted nights. All we felt on wasted nights, was Degraded by the revolution. Before they felt that they were voiceless, Unexpressed repressed emotions Bubbled vigorously up. A rapid-fire constitution Offered up so many choices And falling prey to fake devotion, We lost ourselves, we could not stop.

[aurocle]

Inheritance

Luckier than two sides on minted remedies. Gifted stable platforms but lacking all stability. Blessings that we seek find us lonely and afraid. Starving perseverance notice the strongest taste.

[aurocle]

In the nicest way possible :P