The touchA Poem by Rapterj...and the flame"Touch it Once To hold the Candle Touch it Twice To hold the Flame Breathe on it with Sorrow Blow on it with Shame
Puppets run the alter That cries up to the Gods Masters dropped the strings That might even out odds
Come at them with candle Come at them with flame Burn them where we can Burn ourselves in shame."
The darkness.
Of hollowed out light.
The absence. The presence. The breathing. Disturbance.
Silence in the night.
So cold That we've finally seen... So quiet When should we scream?
The silence The darkness The puppet And the strings.
Empty. Hollow. Broken. Are these things.
Loneliness We cry To the Poet and the Scholar
Emptiness We fear From Governments and Power.
And hear in the midst Of our mist Minds long lost
In the string-filled abyss.
For we are just puppets. Who march to the tune. Clinging to our strings: Love. Sorrow.
and You. © 2008 RapterjAuthor's Note
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Added on May 13, 2008 Author |