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PAIN 'N' SCARS
Pain and scars are lyrics,
Cries and screams are a song,
Suffering and helplessness is you dancing to your own tune, enemies multiply like unseen germs, bacterial peers cheers to your first bottle of beer polluting your reasoning...
Oh dear!
Trouble enrolls, eyes record the scene of your sins behind the scenes, foreseen by your parents, whom you considered to be rodents eating away corns of fun in your youth...
Oh boy!
'I got ya back' he said, indeed he did, I watched him burn your ass into ashes, cremated feelings. Tormented silence, violenced your values, blindening is love, deafening also is he Love. Adamant young child, the truth is yet mild, secret is filed between your thighs.
Oh dear a life of afflictions you live.
Aborted memories, you tell sadistic tales, truth and lies like head and tales is one in a coin so is your truth and lies, one story from a chosen angle.
Pain and scars are lyrics,
Cries and screams are a song,
Suffering and helplessness is you dancing to your own tune, enemies multiply like unseen germs, bacterial peers cheers to your first bottle of beer polluting your reasoning...
Seasoned plain jane with white souce!
Masochistic dish every fisherman's fish, outlandish desires of men she feeds.
Pain and scars are lyrics,
Cries and screams are a song,
Suffering and helplessness is you dancing to your own tune.
"Consider the tune, not the voice; consider the words, not the tune; consider the meaning, not the words."
Cries and screams are a song,
Suffering and helplessness is you dancing to your own tune, enemies multiply like unseen germs, bacterial peers cheers to your first bottle of beer polluting your reasoning...
Oh dear!
Trouble enrolls, eyes record the scene of your sins behind the scenes, foreseen by your parents, whom you considered to be rodents eating away corns of fun in your youth...
Oh boy!
'I got ya back' he said, indeed he did, I watched him burn your ass into ashes, cremated feelings. Tormented silence, violenced your values, blindening is love, deafening also is he Love. Adamant young child, the truth is yet mild, secret is filed between your thighs.
Oh dear a life of afflictions you live.
Aborted memories, you tell sadistic tales, truth and lies like head and tales is one in a coin so is your truth and lies, one story from a chosen angle.
Pain and scars are lyrics,
Cries and screams are a song,
Suffering and helplessness is you dancing to your own tune, enemies multiply like unseen germs, bacterial peers cheers to your first bottle of beer polluting your reasoning...
Seasoned plain jane with white souce!
Masochistic dish every fisherman's fish, outlandish desires of men she feeds.
Pain and scars are lyrics,
Cries and screams are a song,
Suffering and helplessness is you dancing to your own tune.
"Consider the tune, not the voice; consider the words, not the tune; consider the meaning, not the words."
Published 13th Oct 2012
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Anonymous
13th Oct 2012 10:13pm
well done maintaining rhythm with such a long piece
30th Oct 2012 1:27pm
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17th Dec 2012 3:17am
4th Dec 2022 5:07pm
in reading this I thought about George Harrison and his Buddhist approach to life as manifested in All Things Must Pass. Didn't always follow that path but I do admire someone who never felt comfortable with the trappings of fame and wanted just to be able to tend to his garden and play the ukulele for his friends.
Also made me think of Maze with "Joy and Pain".
Also made me think of Maze with "Joy and Pain".
14th Dec 2022 00:52am
I'm not familiar with the work but I sure will check it out. Thanks for taking time to read.
