| My Poetry |
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| Plan B There's nothing I hate more, Than being immured by you. Held captive in your eyes, till need calls on this tool. Throw me off to the side, Postpone this quandary. Temporarily find a use, then rid yourself of me. You keep me in my place, the only place I know. I'm your affliction relief Provisionally till you go. Let me edify you of your fallacy. I gave you all I could, then saw what had been done. My love you misunderstood. I'm not here for you to back into. You've exploited my vulnerability, and left me bare and bruised. Find yourself a new amenity. All that I want you to know, is that I will never hate you. But, no matter how hard you try it will never be how it used to. All that you have done to me is strengthen my defences. I thank you for teaching me so much and reconnecting me with my senses. "Copyright" 2002 Adam Cooper |
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| Perspicacity I sense your fright with my minds eye, though you'll never admit it. I can see frailty deep inside, as hidden as it may seem. Your blind yet bold zealousness, agonistic and pathetic as it is, is all that you will ascertain Is it really that hard to confide in me? I'm as real as you will ever know. My insight isn't certain either, yet I accept my natural fear. Death isn't known to me, although someday it will, but i refuse to hid behind behind some warped solipsism, where some uncertain entity comes before those closest to me. Throw off you canopy of evangelism, and live a serene life. See the light, feel the warmth. Rid yourself of all your strife, Rid yourself of this stupor. Open up your eyes to what is real, and allow yourself to grow. Evolution is waiting patiently to advance us once you do... "Copyright" 2002 Adam Cooper |