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An assorted candyboxfull of my thoughts....
| Tuesday, October 24, 2006 |
| Confusion Malfunction |
 Adam and Eve started during a heated argument,
about who was more worthy.
Adam claimed since he was born first,
the world belonged to him.
Eve watched as he justified it all,
she understood that though she was meant to be meek,
her birth was from his rib;
not from the sand under his feet.
Poisoned apples were trials,
testing the perfection of god's creation,
But maybe they were not so perfect afterall.
Things have changed little since then,
There is still that used feeling when they walk out,
alone, cold and crying miserably when dreams are shattered.
Is love still that beautiful creature that we thought it to be?
Walking the crowded street,
eyes follow my every movement,
making me so afraid I want to run.
Run far away, away from those eyes,
away from those hands that want to harm.
I feel unclean when I hear them,
all those people around me,
chattering in their rasped voices,
in strange, vulgar languages.
My safety breached, my comfort tested,
I'm being forced into an invisible corner;
forced to grope around to find my way.
Why do they rape us so?
Wherever our feet step down, a hurdle arises,
which blinds the victim,
and agonising their souls tears lives apart.
There it is, it emerges from the torn heart,
an ugly beast which hides in the most sly beings,
masters of disguise, it has wrecked havoc on my peace.
It has left my world shattered.
As I sit on the floor perplexed as to what to do,
heart broken, eyes damp with tears,
I know how Eve must have felt when she was cheated.
But I am not her, I will survive.
As I get up back on my feet, I realise my life is what I make of it.
I am not weak, I was born from his rib;
not from the sand under the soles of his feet.
Here I stand with my head held high.
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Intellectually stimulating as always your pieces are...As someone has said pain is often the source of profound creativity. Your depictions of pain have always been strong enough to disturb the tranquility of the reader's mind..to the extent that it might evoke concern for your well being...i am amazed at what emotion would stir a soul to elicit such melancholy..but great work..very dark...keep writing!
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Intellectually stimulating as always your pieces are...As someone has said pain is often the source of profound creativity. Your depictions of pain have always been strong enough to disturb the tranquility of the reader's mind..to the extent that it might evoke concern for your well being...i am amazed at what emotion would stir a soul to elicit such melancholy..but great work..very dark...keep writing!