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[grodron]

So I feel like reposting a poem that I put on LJ a long time ago.


Scream

Cry out, if you be strong
against the pen and brush
which, with writing, brought
this melancholy mood

Rage against the repression,
the ignorant bullshit of society
that vomits forth only more
and on and on again to the end

Rail at the lost innocence
and the paradise of youth
and tales of young deeds
remembered without regret

Yell at life; that cruel twist
that brings you to here and now
and drops, without a thought
all manner of concern withal

Scream yet louder at the sky
the piercing, revealing dawn
the light that says once more:
sleep, to better waste the night

Now for a new(er) one:


Cynic

What sense in sun when comes but rain?
What life in love, if love be lost?
What sledge can longer break the chain?
What good in planting after frost?
What truth is there to living's riddle?
What stability, what happy middle?

No black or white; just dreary grey
No fresh start at close of day
No happy moments which to share
No justice here, merely life unfair

Is it wrong to try again?
To find a way to ease the pain?
To delve beyond the surface
and digging, find me there?