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You Shall See the Dusk and Dawn- Part 3

Though these words are all true I never knew how much they meant They’re the makings of my diary Which is compiling with my every whim And I know the future seems grim When the sun descends the light goes dim Don’t you fret the moon will lend itself as a night light But on some nights the sun will refuse to stay out of sight The moonlight is eclipsed and I seal my lips And the moon drips over the blackened star Two crypts in an endless galactic battle Opposites attract desperately trying to complete what the other might lack Like the light of day and the black of night You see you must contrast if you hope to create a masterpiece Or at the very least a memory that will last Life’s a struggle to surpass the work of the last great man So my tongue rattles in its cage My eyes gage the force My blood courses And my mind divorces the eyes that I use to see Because they can’t quite see how the world is But only as the world should be Again I flee into the mind that I find comfort In charring with the riggers of battle lines Drawn out in some fine print Making the eyes bend and squint I’m in less than mint condition This is less than efficient I’ve barely christened the issues that are on the line And I paint some pictures withe the fixtures that dangle from my beautiful mind So I might bind your thoughts You may even find some truth or maybe some excuse to go on Maybe to find a new way to look at dusk and dawn So maybe drag the old rusty beach chair onto the lawn See with new eyes what you already saw If you can’t find strength to walk Just muster up some strength just crawl If you should happen to fall get up and stand tall And if your thoughts should turn to death Don’t count your breaths take a rest Just remember the times the air was stolen from your lungs Our lives begun so small and the world so huge But now our bones are fused and the isn’t as it use to be You must realize that the earth is massive but your world is small None of us can expect to understand it all Again I find myself on the brink catastrophe These words might mean a lot to you But let me reassure you they mean much more to me

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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