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curse by haijinik, literature
Literature
curse
the glass's sand, to our chagrin,
spills fast away and ne'er again
will life subsist as it has been;
may you live in, may you live in...
we're forced to watch forces align,
to our communal world malign
and lay to waste our plans contrived;
int'resting times, int'resting times...
Monotetra- Thor to Loki
When winter winds in Asgard blow,
I think of emerald eyes aglow,
With clever tongue, and skin like snow-
So long ago, so long ago...
We walked through snowfall from above
I grasped your hand through leather glove;
A ringing laugh, a playful shove
was children's love, was children's love.
We split like branches as we grew
The wedge was driven, once we knew
The crown would go to me, and you
were loved by few, were loved by few...
That day, you played me for a fool
I rampaged- stubborn as a mule,
And heedless of our father's rule-
His wrath was cruel, his wrath was cruel.
He cast me out, and I believed-
i thought i'd write a tongue twister:
one that doles out oral blisters,
has folks begging 'mercy, mister!'...
i just missed 'er, i just missed 'er.
so...that leaves me writing aimless,
monologuing blithe and shameless.
should i be accused of sameness
am i blameless? am i blameless?
'tween waking's dream and slumber's life
the road abuts both joy and strife.
who guides our march along that knife?
who plays that fife? who plays that fife?
'tween slumber's life and waking's dream
lies causality's chain stitched seam.
what steadies us upon that beam
'tween is and seems, 'tween is and seems?
this strange disease has made me ill
with gruesome symptoms that should kill
inscribed upon my doctor's bill:
just take more pills, just take more pills
no one will tell me what I've got
my questions make them look distraught
they say I ought to worry not
my insides rot, my insides rot
always confined into my bed
because "I'm sick inside the head"
I'll scream until my face turns red
they want me dead, they want me dead
I felt the Spirit here commune
Among the pure rays of the moon
The hope to which I am attune
To see you soon, to see you soon.
My heart and flesh cry out to see
My brothers in Christ's unity,
The only hope that comforts me
In every plea, in every plea.
The months pass by, from full to new,
The moon is constant, through and through,
As you are in my own world view:
The blessed few, the blessed few.
My intercession in the night
Will rise up in the shining light:
My prayers for your hearts set right
From faith to sight, from faith to sight.
So I hope for the day when the Lord reappears,
Where with both of our tongues we will pra
the monotetra: no mean feat.
with mono-rhymes it is replete.
i shall by no means cry, "defeat!"
is that conceit? is that conceit?
a meta-poetical treat;
i really find this form quite neat!
now comes the echoed, final beat
that must repeat (that must repeat).
to peer into the wishing well:
will my will fate's forces quell?
or am i jailed in karma's cell?
oh, who can tell? oh, who can tell?
and if my tithe i to it cede
do i now practice faith or greed?
what is the outcome of this deed?
what to believe...what to believe...