The pawn ignores reason
Bending to the notion
Misery enacted
At the dawn of emotion.
And there in the twilight
Where the shadows were made
Perceptions mandated
By the past we’ve betrayed.
Dreamers of the world
Cry tears of despair
Waking to this cold and bleak
Living nightmare.
But the pawn moved on
Facing the new dawn
As he saw in it’s wake
That sympathy was gone.
Hearts were frozen solid
In the uncaring masses
Growing colder as each new
Desperate day passes.
And each getting worse
Than the one that precedes it
As the writing on the wall
Fades for nobody reads it.
And so go the lessons
We learned in the past.
Ones lost to the shadows
Ones we needed to last!
Dreamers of the world
Tears frozen to their cheeks
Know now only this cold
That’s making them weak.
And the pawn carried on
As the rules were re-drawn
Seeing more than just
Sympathy was now gone.
Honor and pride were
Both hard to detect
As were acceptance,
Mercy, and even respect.
All concepts seeming
To now be outdated
Found once on the wall
Before the writing had faded.
And so all the lessons
We bled once to learn
Rest across bridges
We saw fit to burn!
The pawn ignores reason
Bending to the notion
Misery enacted
At the dawn of emotion.
And there in the twilight
Where the shadows were made
Perceptions mandated
By the past we’ve replayed.
Dreamers of the world
Are simply driven mad
When they realize in the cold
There’s no dream to be had.
And the pawn woke at dawn
Knowing something was wrong
So he left the dreamers
To forever dream on.
Hoping in their dreams
We may find what we lack
And somehow gain the power
To get it all back.
While he wages war
With metaphor and his pen
In hopes the writing on the wall
Will all fill back in.
And all of the lessons
For which we paid a price
May be learned again
Without paying twice!
The pawn ignores reason
Broken by the notion
Misery enacted
At the dawn of emotion.
And there in the twilight
Where the shadows were made
There’s hope for perception
If our fate is delayed!
Dreamers of the world
Cry for all that they’re not
Knowing they are truly
The only chance we’ve got!
(3/10/07)















Comments
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FAV!
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The answer is never so simple as that...
You have a way with the pen my friend, please keep it up.
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"Arguing on the internet is like running in the special olympics. Even if you win, you're still retarded"
Meh! Bah! Arrgh! I'm a goat/sheep/pirate!
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They can take my voice when they pry it from my cold, dead throat.
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*Apophysis
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"Arguing on the internet is like running in the special olympics. Even if you win, you're still retarded"
Meh! Bah! Arrgh! I'm a goat/sheep/pirate!
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I'm not wierd, I'm just gifted ...
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They can take my voice when they pry it from my cold, dead throat.
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