The Poets Peril
sometimes love is
a world misspelled
a cold that burns
a pain that yells
a gulp of whiskey
instead of water
besides an angel
the devils daughter
a cure that makes
things worse
a blessing that turns
into a curse
where cheeters get
the first place prize
and all promises
a pack of lies
how disappointing when
the replacements are worse
a smoldering flame
who's smoke just hurts
accompanied by the
lonliness of no divine help
principalities judgment
for misplaced trust
a reality of the power of lust
the days and nights
after loves betrayal
the wicked thoughts
that vengence mails
the shattered self
on the floor
that given one chance
would ask for more
and time is thought
and thought is time
and words are made of
sounds that whine
days and days
how terrible is time
holding to the string
called life
and tears they cry
that endless drip
sometimes in mass
and sometimes they just
dew the eyes
a lesson about the difference
between learning and revelation
how angels felt
when they were
kicked out of heaven
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