Keep your false prophets
I have enough of my own
Open all my closets
view all my skeletons
Fuck your reasons, fuck your rhymes
are the only fucks I give to you
Your rules are for the content
so fuck your enlightenment
In lieu of grace and giving
there is solace in contempt
Of self?---of all and one:
that one that bids your call
God, bow down
that shaggy head of Yours
And plant a kiss upon my brow
to complement my scars
Loki! come hither!
I trust you not by night
So harken to the bars, my peers
to drown your hearts in spirit
I never said I'd shed no tears
I knew they'd come for me
So Loki, sit and sip awhile
tell me of your trickery
Let the silence underneath
the insane cacophony
Carry my whispers
to your ears
My friend, I have
a million tales
To tell to you
this night
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ReplyDeleteI'm very much enjoying.. . even awe'd by. . your writing, Connell.
I Hear you ... . yep. Your words resonate on so many levels, they really do. You might be surprised (or Not) at how relevant your writings are to the work that I do now -- on a societal level.... this kind of writing may be the foundation of all change. Hmmm...
Thanks... .
Thanks a lot, Shelagh, I really appreciate that. It's good to know that people can relate, since I try to address issues I feel most everyone struggles with in our society but few admit to.
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