| Living Vicariously Through Desire (Peace) This was not written as a tragedy; love is in our darkest night all we have left when we�re beaten into submission before a gallery of spectators of sympathy bereft you think this is easy to speculate upon? a state of waking dream where we�d never live alone? the only tragedy is what we�ve said to each other, that we might be left to reach heaven on our own. I�m going home, where condemned thinkers grieve where the fables of the lotus flower speak of rebirth and spiritual renewal; redemption on a macrocosmic scale for what I have done and regretted in my time upon the Earth it�s hard to coax blood from a stone, but if not for pioneers, our collective horizons would be mired in nihilistic paralysis, we�d be lost and dead in the water awash in our own imperfections and living vicariously through desire had I time enough, and the heartless game would allow us to rethink what we have done if I led you to that conclusion, I�m sorry I made you believe we�re that far gone there�s world enough for these grievances to air I�d let the cowards come forth and be known and redeem themselves with honesty, the precious words that need be spoken that long since have been o�ergrown by hostile predispositions and love�s lost exaltation languishing hallardly in the furrows on our worried minds were this world basking in the glow of its idealistic potential, we�d need only half the kind souls herein we find if there were only some way to bless the scars our words cause if there were only time to rescind our attack were I to compose a list of graces, I�d front it with �That we would keep our minds open and our mouths in check.� we live in a disconsolate world we know each other only by name why lead we ourselves for�ard into battles from which nothing can be gained how dare we rape friendship on divided lines, these good intentions to thus forsake love and hate are but a breath away in love and hate we�ve made the same mistake. (c) 2002 troubled phantom publishing |
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