Absent-minded Friends

Absent-minded Friends

A Poem by Priest Rada
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F**k you, I'm an anteater

"

I want to piss you off, to at least to get a reaction
Getting beat at my own game tells me I'm done
Or in the very least proves your amazing powers of denial
Confrontation has always been the last resort (for me)
But the truth from off my tongue is my greatest weapon
One I have never been afraid to wield

So the stage is set, but will I take my spot under the spotlight?
Will I unleash this torrent upon your barren shore
Or just rage in the all alone of my car driving back home again . . .

Funny how I never care until I'm not the only one who does
I know the fires I set only burn my own home
And I know the face I'm screaming at is only the mirror
But the war rages on, if only for the reason I fight is just to fight

I know all I need is focus, something that isn't you
But as much as I try to get along
You end up getting a rise outta me
Returning the favor would only be pointless
But the pleasure is in the pursuit, the hunt, the chase
I can live with that, if not with you

© 2009 Priest Rada


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Silence to another is truly the greatest revenge of all.. I feel that completely.. as in being denied the things that I have wanted the most and having hints of hope in between that fill me with inner rage when I discover that it simply was not meant to be... if it was it would have happened.. it is good that you show some emotion and need to deal with it .. even if it be your way.. true survivor if I ever read it.. like it.. it's certainly better than doing damage to another.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on February 15, 2009

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Priest Rada
Priest Rada

Fairhaven, MA



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A Poem by Priest Rada