"The Choice"A Poem by krisAn interesting concept, a backwards- forward rhymer, i dunno, maybe it sucksI've been given a gift, and a choice, the power to harness my words, for good, or for ill, and through strength of will, be understood, through the sound of my voice. The ability to control a crowd, and win favor with many, the masses, and though they be asses, and listen to any, voices of silver portend to be loud. But still i remain with this quandry, a decision, a mission, to air dirty laundry, to stain. Do I go on with the happy-go-lucky? The eternal optimist, The believer of faith? The words that i saith, how hard have i fougth for this, and nought for the struggle, the return is just "sucky"? So i guess i become the liar, the filthy soothsayer, the silver tongued snake, and the path that i take, disingenuous prayers, I hang as a heathen, burning with fire © 2008 kris |
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1 Review Added on February 17, 2008 AuthorkrisEvans, COAboutMy writing varies between the ridiculous and insane, the heart felt honesty and the shallow sarcastic jerk, with the occasional suicidal fantasy. I often puncuate the especially good stuff with the po.. more..Writing
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