(no subject)
the inapplicable lines of the false words
cannot bring to light how i really feel
i find this now, at the end of the world
as particles disintegrate, none can begin to understand
as buildings fall, one hand grasps up
i did not wish this on the world
yet, the deal was made, inked in hate
and on and on the spiral goes
this is not genius like the others, if "genius" at all
i cannot bend words the way they do
when this scribe pushes down through his pen
only soft, stale words regurgitate
this mind is not empty, only the stomach
where courage should dwell, a coward sleeps instead
on valentines, i care not whose company you keep
i only ask that you remember mine, and how now still i be
Valentines Day- Robert Martin Greer
cannot bring to light how i really feel
i find this now, at the end of the world
as particles disintegrate, none can begin to understand
as buildings fall, one hand grasps up
i did not wish this on the world
yet, the deal was made, inked in hate
and on and on the spiral goes
this is not genius like the others, if "genius" at all
i cannot bend words the way they do
when this scribe pushes down through his pen
only soft, stale words regurgitate
this mind is not empty, only the stomach
where courage should dwell, a coward sleeps instead
on valentines, i care not whose company you keep
i only ask that you remember mine, and how now still i be
Valentines Day- Robert Martin Greer