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hung jury
Spurned to sore, I nail down my lid,
cross my elbows tight, and just wait..
Peace, en sacrosanct, eludes me,
silent safeties tailgate in late.
Ill assumptions, travel on sound
to flood through my paperweight.
Layered lies, do not slumber tonight;
as I tuck my chin to knee-space.
This is my hide, my always, inside,
huddled close, as sadness erupts..
If able to throw reflection on you's
I'd open-eye stare, in mossy dare
and play catechism to your hate.
As those contemptuous whims do battle?
I regally evades the debate.
cross my elbows tight, and just wait..
Peace, en sacrosanct, eludes me,
silent safeties tailgate in late.
Ill assumptions, travel on sound
to flood through my paperweight.
Layered lies, do not slumber tonight;
as I tuck my chin to knee-space.
This is my hide, my always, inside,
huddled close, as sadness erupts..
If able to throw reflection on you's
I'd open-eye stare, in mossy dare
and play catechism to your hate.
As those contemptuous whims do battle?
I regally evades the debate.
Published 19th May 2015
| Edited 20th Jul 2015
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Well played in not becoming the monster you hate. Wish at times for a Love spell to vanquish fear and hate. But, alas, I would be intervening on a fellow soul's chosen path. We all learn at our own pace.
20th May 2015 2:15pm
almost-sighs to that free will of others, when need is great...we are all tempted ;)
thx fer reading my *stew of yesterday,
sweet you are!
~d
thx fer reading my *stew of yesterday,
sweet you are!
~d
