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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required ********* From my new blog.. Illuminations, Temptations, Life's Travails Endured Weep for Truth that man's inherent evil betrayed Zeus hurled lightning bolts, paradise dreams delayed; Intriguing words, those tales of mythological beasts Sirens tempt, alluring songs, dark orgasmic feasts: Man that so blindly eats, stirring to walk upright, Consuming illusions of life's selfish delights: No more than mere cannibals of impish degrees Born of midnight madness and seed from dying trees. Man in darkened lusts seeking illicit spoils Raping with greed, as seas of sewage churns and boils Flying through phantasms of barbaric hate Rising as a charred Phoenix of dooming Fate Unto dawn's fiery breath, its unfulfilled dreams While harbinger of death, drowns with malignant streams Gasping from a multitude of overwhelming lust Avoiding light, truth of one day turning back to dust. From the beginnings of aspirations and greed First wailing cry, signifying an evil seed Crawling as a mere babe down in well trodden dirt Yet unacquainted, to life's many flesh-born hurts Weak, ever needful under mother's tender cloak Destined to serve, slave under temptation's yoke Taught to seek, what sensual pleasures thus abound Ecstasy's whispers, allures that truly astound. Born of flesh, a searing flame too oft set to rage Whether a pauper or prince, each coming of age Reaching that mature stage when new blacken chart sets Course of life, and all, whatever future begets Allowing dark to sully, run its wicked course Rampaging, destroying, without fear or remorse A Caesar in power, born of demonic ways God of deceit, creator of sad dancing malaise. Standing aloft, contemptuous of good and light Evolving monster, lurking into darker nights Beset by arrogance, stand of a know it all An Achilles well before his sad fated fall Ignorant of Time, ill winds of eternal wrath Prancing, before a tumble from a crumbling path Left behind as humanity's cycles repeat Death touched, final blow, mankind's greatest defeat. Cast into oblivion, reduced to bleached bones Memory, marked by a plot, one white headstone Perhaps some tears that time too will one day erase Fruit of iniquity, sad harvests, a disgrace Ending, befit for one that embraced the dark Reduced to dust and sorrows, a stained mark Alas! To in error, such futile life so choose Playing with a marked deck, destined to lose! Robert J. Lindley, started 2-03- 2020. completed to post 8-06-2020 A tribute to Samuel Johnson...inspired by his-- " drury-lane-prologue"...
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