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Contradicting Keats

When I have fears that I may fail to die, 
After all my mind has given to my pen, 
No worldly wonders left there to defy; 
No answers to the mysteries within. 

What worry it would be on how I fared, 
For surely it's lowly life to live, 
To think that this is all that chance had spared; 
To know that this is all I had to give. 

And when I feel, foul bitterness of years, 
Knowing I shall bear these with a smile, 
I simply bite my tongue and fight my tears; 
The raging rivers, hidden in my guile. 

On the wide world I stand with sums untold, 
For love and fame is all I have to hold.

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Confetti

Weep not, poor winter, season most hated; 
Season of death and despair, so despised. 
Borne as a burden, brashly berated, 
Annual martyr, yet ne'er canonized. 

Man is made stronger through struggle and strife, 
Sculpted by scars and then polished with pain. 
Our woes are like water, needed for life; 
Barren and dry is a world without rain. 

So worry not, winter, stifle your cries, 
Raise a great blizzard to temper my soul. 
And though I may curse this yearly demise, 
Know that you failed not to finish your goal. 

With fabulous fervor the fine flakes fall, 
As winter's cold confetti covers all.

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Majority Rules

Madness is placed in the faith of the few, 
And truth in the faith of the masses. 
Keeping their pompous parochial view, 
The pagan put off, the pastor surpasses. 

Human proportions, put in our classes, 
Planning the form of our own execution. 
As children, belittled for wearing their glasses, 
Thought must endure through the day's persecution. 

Life must convert from this cold constitution, 
The populace pressing their policies made. 
All will be faced with their own retribution, 
When fallacies fall, and fantasies fade. 

Theories abandoned, abundance forbade 
The wisest of people to pierce through the veil. 
For many a woe the "Copernicus" paid, 
Awaiting the proof of "Columbus's" sail. 

People still search for the Lord's Holy Grail, 
Yet cast a cursed eye at the alien sought. 
Insanity heard in minority's wail, 
Reality marked in majority's thought.

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Of Kings and Crowns

Curse this man’s ambition, 
Cut’em down, cut’em down. 
Let us cleanse with our incisions this delirium he’s found. 

Sorry Caesar, time to die, 
Seems your reach has breached the sky, 
And your head is far too large to wear the crown. 

Was it pride that took your life? 
Even Brutus lent his loyal knife. 
Or was it jealousy about the town? 

Middle march in Rome is sweet, 
But greener grasses breed deceit. 
And foes are hard to find when friends abound. 

Curse this man’s religion, 
Nail’em down, nail’em down. 
And the millions who have listened to his sermon on the mount. 

Sorry Jesus, but to reign 
As god on earth would be insane, 
So we offer you instead this thorny crown. 

Were you not the savior they had sought? 
Did life conflict with what you taught? 
Or was it politics that brought you down? 

You preached of peace in promised lands, 
Then perished at the people's hands. 
And to this day your message can’t be found. 

Curse this man’s intention, 
Shoot’em down, shoot’em down, 
He will pay for his dissension, and for spreading it around. 

Sorry Martin, but your dream 
Will disrupt our old regime. 
Only we can have the right to wear the crown. 

Was it just a man who killed the king? 
A troubled soul who did this thing? 
Or was it that our hate was so profound. 

That even in the world anew, 
We favor those who share our hue. 
And to our own beliefs we’re tightly bound.

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Table Salt

Table salt is only truth
Filled up to the lip.
Sitting there upon your booth,
Waiting to be tipped.

Over shoulders it's dispensed.
The truth so quickly stricken.
Sacrificing common sense
For useless superstition.

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Temptation of Christ

For forty days and forty nights,
He fasted by religious rites;
No nourishment sustaining him beneath the burning sun.
And so it passed that he should meet,
Amidst the desert's scorching heat,
The mastermind of all deceit, the undeserving one.

The devil, in his deft demeanor,
Notice that the Lord was leaner,
And preyed upon his hunger, for surely he did pine.
"If thou art truly Heaven's prize,
"Then suffer not, but improvise,
"Make bread of stone, foul of flies, and spit can be your wine."

"Tempt me not," our Savior spake.
"Go back into your burning lake.
"Man lives not by bread alone, but also by his deeds.
"I'll not submit to your allure,
"Nor from my father will implore,
"But suffer here forevermore, or wither father needs."

Then later, on a temple high,
"Cast thee off and thou shalt fly,
"Lest at any time thou dash thy foot upon a stone."
So spoke the fallen angel, he,
Who wouldn't let our Savior be,
But schemed instead ferociously, for the soul he'd love to own.

"What need have I to take this fall;
"To prove to you my wherewithal?
"Why should I, at your request, do what you should ask?
"Such beauty from this altitude,
"To leave abruptly would be rude,
"But if you need I'm sure that you'd be perfect for the task."

The devil, with his final test,
Took Jesus to a mountain's crest,
And showed to him the kingdoms of the Earth, and all their glory.
"This and more I'll give to thee,
"I'll crown thee king, eternally,
"If thou would only worship me, praise me, and adore me."

"I have but one I call my Lord,
"No pain of death by flame or sword,
"Could ever cause me to betray, nor covet what you sell.
"Thrice you've tempted me, an so,
"You'll thricely reap the grief and woe,
"Of every horror that I know, now get thee back to hell!"

And so it ends, this tale of tales,
Where good doth triumph, evil fails,
But sadly, as we often see, the world's a good mans fall.
So ask yourselves, true and wholly,
Something you must answer solely,
At what price will your own soul be, when the devil comes call.

-adapted from Matthew 4:1-11

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The Broken Branch

The nest was neatly nestled on a branch above the bay, 
But suddenly the branch began to bend and then to sway. 
The baby birds were barley bold enough to be alive; 
So far a fall their fragile frames would surely not survive. 

One of them went whirling down, wildly to the waiting ground, 
Screaming songs of sadness, then silence was his sound. 
Another kept to clawing, calling out for God, a blessing. 
Holding on to hope so long he died from second guessing. 

The last little bird lost her balance just the same, 
Death was dealt to her, and was set to win the game. 
She said no thing, she spread her wings and tried to fly away, 
She couldn't fly, but didn't die, her flapping saved the day. 

One day your branch will break away and you will have to choose, 
You can stay and pray, try to fly, or lie and live to lose. 
The choice you make may take its toll, to dice you roll may burn, 
So for goodness' sake, stay awake, when time to take your turn.

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The Maddened Poet

"Young in years and old in hours," 
Pressed to pen poetic powers. 
Though often lacking what I need, 
To reap the rarely ripened read. 

The rhythm falters far too fast, 
The rhymes are vain and veer so vast. 
That all is lost and left to lie. 
Prevailing poets pass me by. 

I twist, I turn, I toss all night. 
My wrist, it burns, from all I write. 
My quest to quill the very best, 
And place asunder all the rest. 

I hardly ever hit the mark, 
Unleashing arrows in the dark. 
With poisoned tips they pierce my soul, 
But missing my initial goal. 

The human heart, my target set, 
I've failed, but haven't finished yet. 
My words of wisdom will ignite. 
With poisoned arrow's final flight. 

For now, I'll rest my weary eyes, 
Await my fated forced demise. 
And fiercely face this fight within, 
Till the maddened poet strikes again.

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Shadow Lover

I watch her from a distance, 
Perhaps behind some trees. 
No courage in that instance; 
No balance in my knees. 

I'd never hazard speech, 
Nor risk a whispered word. 
Lunacy would never reach 
A notion so absurd. 

My tangled tongue could only pull, 
A mangled, muttered mess. 
And then she'd count me as a fool, 
A simpleton, or less. 

Were I a fancy talker, 
I'm sure that she'd be mine, 
But here I stand a stalker, 
And not her valentine.

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The Meaning of Life

We searched the sands of every beach,
Of every coast and shore.
We climbed the cliffs beyond our reach,
And scanned the ocean floor.
And all the sages lost and learned,
With all the pages tossed and turned,
In all their phases, frost to burn,
Have had their guess to give.

We heard the sermons priests will preach,
The wonderland they show.
We trust the stuff that teachers teach,
But do we truly know?
There is no mighty master plan,
No underworld to understand.
There's only what you will and can.
The meaning of life is to live.