A huge lie through all days,
Nights glistening with dread;
Such be the circuitous sway,
Of a righteous Man dead.
Unable to change his way,
Attacked by a vicious stead;
Evil held at uncertain bay.
No pay or reward sought,
Legacy always fallen to Greed;
Honor priced to be bought,
A great harvested feed,
Consumed and brought to naught.
Life being a Hell in which to bleed
Away the decency so hard fought.
Copyright.Lawrance George Lux 2002
Everyone knows of the wastage of the years; said loss coming in many forms.
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Reviewed on December 28, 2002
dear lawrence,
why do we feel such conflict...about simple joy? It shows to us, every day of our lives. Why do we feel such guilt?
Not on this realm. I'm convinced. This grossly material realm, yet...a very interesting and awesome one. Much to learn here. Indeed. Yet, I've never felt this is a school, for it's more about experiencing what we already knew, and forgot...
anyway, am done preaching for now! hehehe. thank goodness, :D~ thanks for being my scape goat today. Kiss. I'm aware I learn while I do this. yes. this is more for me surely, than for you.
Joy always shows in my life everyday. No matter how hard the times. I feel no guilt at all. thanks for being here.
Ta - ta - and so long and so forth. :D~
To a war free and CLONE BABY free New Year ah?
all my respect,
Minerva~
Reviewed by Claywoman (Reader)
Reviewed on March 24, 2002
A well flowing poem with a deeper message then it first appears.
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why do we feel such conflict...about simple joy? It shows to us, every day of our lives. Why do we feel such guilt?
Not on this realm. I'm convinced. This grossly material realm, yet...a very interesting and awesome one. Much to learn here. Indeed. Yet, I've never felt this is a school, for it's more about experiencing what we already knew, and forgot...
anyway, am done preaching for now! hehehe. thank goodness, :D~ thanks for being my scape goat today. Kiss. I'm aware I learn while I do this. yes. this is more for me surely, than for you.
Joy always shows in my life everyday. No matter how hard the times. I feel no guilt at all. thanks for being here.
Ta - ta - and so long and so forth. :D~
To a war free and CLONE BABY free New Year ah?
all my respect,
Minerva~