parts of it are missing because i gave the finished poem to a girl in the hostpital so all i have are the notes...
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White Rose dreaming in apathy's wake
helpless by nature of life's greedy rake
(investing in feelings, a fatal mistake)
the newest sensations burn quickly within,
as tall as the lies of a beautiful sin
young hearts are a hapless but curious ken
(a marvelous riddle without which we'd end)
a perfectly paradoxed picture is lost
when none has a hole in the pocket of frost
demanding the answers sees questions demise
a piece of the puzzle is dying with tries
(and never is waiting with truth and with lies)
made from the ashes of hell's deepest pit,
the joker is guilty of throwing up spit.
so this is a promise,
a rainbow of trial,
and the trap is as sturdy as one's own denial.
(no title)
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blind without reason
and guilty of fear,
the masses of lies
are afraid of the queer
the fringes of fate
are the fingers of hate
and the snapping of promises
tainted with rape.
sleeping with maggots on into the night,
so frightens the people addicted to light.
we're taught to see god's eyes
in shameful disguise,
and never consider the
F a t h e r
o f
L i e s.
