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pearls of diseased spirit
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a poem about a poem it's a nasty rotting poem putrid with the smell of words unfit for human ears smelling of another world dark and hidden place of sin wherein one hides from life listing closely to this poem unlike the other poems one line makes good sense and the next does not one white picket fence around the mind's rot do you doubt my words? I speak the truth wisdom gleaned from ill-spent youth within these verses you will find a clean-white brand-new virgin fear purchased from a corner store never quite believed before Freud has said it best the truth cannot be made to stay a solitary guest it spills from out the inner mind and lays upon the public way for all who pass to find your secret sacred inner thoughts your quiet cunning graceful deeds those dirty frozen dreams the worst your life has offered you the way your lust has altered you your victims fresh-hewn screams to know and choose an evil deed and never to repent the only everlasting sin to Hell forever sent and you won't want to know the rest so block your ears and shut your eyes and calm your fears and shut your mind and maybe you'll forget -- this simple fragile human thought of wisdom stole, of courage bought how easily a person's life can fray and fall apart accept the truth accept the truth wherever it is found my purpose here my purpose now to teach and to astound hold all things lightly in your hands remember what I tell you now violence does in no way add unto this sad and needful world and it is not our place mere weak and mortal human beings that we are to punish but only to correct by Ronald L Conte Jr |
© Copyright 1995 by Ronald L Conte Jr
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