All the writers proclaim
“I’ll be in a book someday
but society lays waste to these dreams
and so they fray
persistence in poverty
provides the greatest wealth
un-surpassable in its splendor
I’d rather beg for change
and sing psalms to deaf ears
then live in bondage
within a suburban prison
Cardboard covers are all I need
I’m not so much for satin lies
Rich or poor
I will die
a writerforever more
The thread that connected me
To a world not my own
Dwindled into nothing
My existence is a burden upon humanity
And myself
I exist simply to exist
I am absent of purpose
I do not wish to be a vagabond
Of broken dreams
Existing with no one to exist with
Is like eating arsenic
To kill your hunger
The only place that offers shelter
Is death’s embrace
And the widow of winter
Offers on last kiss
The realization has occurred
Like a tempest wind
That what I have done
Places me next to Judas
With in the crimson jaws of Lucifer
I have committed
A foul crime
And I am terrified of
The wage that must be collected
For my foolish Endeavour
Why did Gabriel not show me
The errors of my ways?
Superfluous knowledge
Ousted me from Eden
A place where there was safety, humility,
And where humanity grew like
Fragrant cloves
The spice of life enticed
And I fell to temptation
I can no undo what fate
Has already put into motion
In time he will find me
I fear the worst…
The realization has occurred
Like a tempest wind
That what I have done
Places me next to Judas
With in the crimson jaws of Lucifer
I have committed
A foul crime
And I am terrified of
The wage that must be collected
For my foolish Endeavour
Why did Gabriel not show me
The errors of my ways?
Superfluous knowledge
Ousted me from Eden
A place where there was safety, humility,
And where humanity grew like
Fragrant cloves
The spice of life enticed
And I fell to temptation
I can no undo what fate
Has already put into motion
In time he will find me
I fear the worst…
I am a man
Above all men. . .
A man that has done
What no other could fathom
For mean can use their hands
To take life away
But with mine I can grant life
To the lifeless
Or take it away
If I deem it so
Through my persistence
I have become a creator of men
A living God
The possibilities of my genius
Surpass all other epiphanies
Ten times over
Truly I have given man
A gift that no other
Could have ever given
Oh, how misery has
Embraced me with her
Treacherous kiss
Her love is camouflaged
Dressed with deceit
This heart is not mine
This face is the product
Of another’s sins
Yet still the clock maker
Lets my tragedy continue
To the next scene
I should have taken them
In there sleep
For they do not deserve
What I have been denied
For if a man is starving
He surely doesn’t deny food
Yet the cast their blessings away
Dismissing gifts from the divine
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