Poetry
Occasionally people surprise me. tyger_tyger is a Poet! This is in concert with a piece of art called Pandora's Box. I love this - it sings and begs to be said out loud.
With Regard To Hope
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Tell me not the truth, for whilst I still proclaim myself ignorant I can hope.
And what was hope doing in the bottom of the box with all the worlds sins?
What manner of creature is it to keep such company anyway?
What pitious voice had it to to cry out to be released with all it's bretheren?
What honeyed deciet dripped from its lips into Pandora's ear that she released her grip and let it fly forth.
Did not the gods confine these things for a reason?
So what place had mann to release them,
And to hide in this final act of childish rebellion.
To say that knowingly released, this one thing amongst all the others was not the same.
Nay was the opposite and relief from these things,
Is the true testament to mankinds folly.
Black is white and white is black and night is day and wrong is right.
We cry with our arms outreached to the heavens above us in confusion.
Guide us we say. Teach us. Show us how to be that we might be like you.
And all the while, like a dog with a stinking rotton bone, we hold the lie close to our breast.
Embrace it in our arms and show it precious to our children
That it might feed and grow and live and continue parasitic through the generations.
With Regard To Hope
..................................
Tell me not the truth, for whilst I still proclaim myself ignorant I can hope.
And what was hope doing in the bottom of the box with all the worlds sins?
What manner of creature is it to keep such company anyway?
What pitious voice had it to to cry out to be released with all it's bretheren?
What honeyed deciet dripped from its lips into Pandora's ear that she released her grip and let it fly forth.
Did not the gods confine these things for a reason?
So what place had mann to release them,
And to hide in this final act of childish rebellion.
To say that knowingly released, this one thing amongst all the others was not the same.
Nay was the opposite and relief from these things,
Is the true testament to mankinds folly.
Black is white and white is black and night is day and wrong is right.
We cry with our arms outreached to the heavens above us in confusion.
Guide us we say. Teach us. Show us how to be that we might be like you.
And all the while, like a dog with a stinking rotton bone, we hold the lie close to our breast.
Embrace it in our arms and show it precious to our children
That it might feed and grow and live and continue parasitic through the generations.