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Tuesday, May 31, 2011


In the best of all possible worlds
Where love N’ life twirls
Is a space beyond this place
Where haste and waste
And contradictions contradict
And everything left behind tries to fit
Because opposites just sit
I often wonder, that’s it?

They often say ‘perfection’ is not an accident
But was ‘perfection’ HIS intent?
I in my mind
Search the recesses to find…
To vent and invent
That ‘perfection’ and HE are[n’t] in consent
But to prevent any mis-spent discontent
HIS life/death is NOT a little theater event!

Inconceivably inconsiderable
And insurmountably miserable
What can be worse than worse?
Except the tears we don’t shed.
Then NOTHING else matters
Just smatters and tatters
That to some THEY don’t matter
Just a matter of lack
A tactless tact
Shatters me to tatters
And that's a matter of fact

For in the home of the departed
In all the wonder of words
That cut as deep as knives
That flies beyond the beyond
This poem speaking for the dead mouths
And now departed
Taking a home on the range
How deranged
They are in the home of the departed
And our memories are just bartered
And yet I ask,
Who will shed a tear?



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