Forgotten Truths
July is a fearful month
Engendering hatred, inveterate
Hatred beneath the loosened skin,
Forever scarred with darkness,
Dirt caught beneath the creases of a
Concerned mind, a learned forehead.
We have known the agony of losing
Our virginity, the piercing cry, enjoying
The unknown; but after such knowledge,
What forgiveness can we return, the besmirched
City, inviolable walls, destroyed. Cries of
Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
Said that many times until it becomes the incomplete
Incredulity of mind. What does it mean?
Sitting, looking, reading, talking, walking, lying,
BANG
Go the windows and we all come
Together, at once
Frozen in our shock, perverse
Enjoyment. We want more,
We hate it,
We want more,
We fear it,
We want more,
We become its answer,
Its provocateur.
We we we we we we
'Are we finished?' The long arm of the law
Answers our fears, sniffs the air, probes the
Remains of the day, memories for tomorrow.
Blood, bloody soulless blood everywhere,
Caking the walls, covering those who did
It, those who, nameless, suffered and pitied,
Until their fire came,
Their hell-fire,
To burn their sins and purge them of everything.
'What's the damage?'
'Their intention was to kill
'Their intention was not fulfilled.'
'Can it happen again?'
'Oh, yes, and again and again.'
Oh Ah Oh Ah Oh Oh Oh
Not coming here again is a sin,
Coming too soon is a sin,
Lest we acknowledge that word
Fun
Lest we realise the comfort we find in knowledge,
We now know,
Now,
Knowledge is the key, yet finite,
We need more,
It shall kill us,
We want it,
It shall destroy us,
We want it,
It shall invite us to understand them.
It’s nature,
They say,
Natural to do as they do, to have done
As we have done, to enjoy the present,
Including the post event humour and
Stress.
Enjoy enjoy enjoy enjoy enjoy
What does it mean? Is it Happiness
Contentment Pleasure Joy Experience
Yes
To have experienced is to have journeyed
Alone, each is different to each,
Gaining differently. Inveterate hatred strengthened.
Scars toughened, skin loosened.
Yet, there is a produce, a future from the past,
A hope, fear, chance risk
To take
Please be happy
Came, Saw, was Conquered.
The see-saw withdrew
The wee men stood still
A future from the past appears in the present.
Bye-bye blissful ignorance,
Come in experience,
Hello predestined knowledge.
(C) Joseph Tradescent
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