with eyes full of near addictive merriment
and lips carved most affectionately into
an infectious smile
I put on a happy face of creativity
and work a little of that famed word magic
into some sort of memorable style
is a lie told to one's self still a lie
and are doubts really doubts when laid
to the side
are there classifications for levels of hate
or does society deem them all
as ultra unnecessary
and alley their views to that of a blind fate
we live among structures that are like
mortuaries to love
so many ideals we aspire to
yet can hardly hope to achieve
but without ideals
then where would men and women be
lost to the hope that is dangled from the soul
driving little more than a negative force
that vibrates inward
to an all too predictable conclusion
'Misery At The Outset'
well, I for one
can not allow myself to recline
too far into that
as where there is even just the hope
for light
there darkness can not long prevail......................
(Sept. 29,2009 927am)
'Misery At The Outset'
well, I for one
can not allow myself to recline
too far into that
as where there is even just the hope
for light
there darkness can not long prevail
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