The Lucifer ComplexA Poem by Lucas GrashaIn this b*****d of a sunset, where you set loose to find a road away from his guilty noose. The sun caught you in a seeming act of betrayal, “Nay,” the Moon said. “My brother has your tail. For this is not vengeance, only triumph of the will. You are destined to dog-hood--to sit and sit still.” The Moon told you this, but you do not rest. You act as if your clock is tied in my vest. You think it easy to control one’s life? Is father time so forgiving to a bitching little fife? Or can I forget my maiden’s regret? The devil, the diva--what else to detest? With Hell or high water, your Anima is dead! Animus perverts precious thoughts in your head! This hate, your maze, so evil--complex! To the horrors you make, even Lucifer would contest! “These are not games--these are atrocities!” So said the angel of the darkest philosophies! Despise, despise, despise, I do! To all of the self-made idols of you! I have not words to articulate the feelings I have--hate will not compensate. But will vodka drown you? Or the road kill you? How will the new Lucifer turn black and blue? © 2011 Lucas GrashaFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorLucas GrashaPittsburgh, PAAboutI've chosen in life to use the pen in place of the sword; or rather, the giving in place of giving up. I believe that I do possess a talent, but that opinion is only mine; if you would please (if you .. more..Writing
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