Saturday, February 28, 2009

Contempt-plation

The sun rose in her eyes and set in her navel

Unable to adjust to the equation

Contemplation a fragile process of

How best to serve her needs

Cutting her weeds to see her garden grow

Didn’t you know the oak was poison

Oh ... you couldn’t see the forest for the trees

Please remind me again of the state

You were in when I arrived in your household

Your domain, your castle where with mop and broom

I scoured each room to remove her taint

Now ain’t it a shame you blame me

For she and we can not move

Forward on a groove

Cause you to busy looking back

At the misery so sweet

Pain so incomplete you thought

That was love?

My biggest mistake, I hate to admit

Was taking your shit and worshiping

The ground you walked on

That was wrong and foolish

Wish I could take it back

Stopped in my tracks confused

You used smoke and mirrors

To frighten me, to seduce me, to distract me

Attack me with my own excellence

Hence I no longer offer you my heart

Your art of war was to fashion weapons

Stolen from the bastions of my own armory

To strike me down in order

To gain ground in a battle waged against self

When wealth was at hand you began

To demand a return to poverty

So this may be the last time you and I talk

Got to walk over glass

Mourning the loss

Lay down the cross

Of unrequited love

Above all else

I must save myself

From drowning in your fears

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