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Mason Lucas Poem
In this evening, I wear the perfect smile, and,
you’ll quake, in the wake of my guile
Cause I’m the best liar you’ll ever meet,
Because, In a way, I swear, I’d mean it
Not, to say that I believe it, but
The intention’s there all the same
This is my confession, my admission of guilt.
Because, it’s upon good intentions, that the road to hell is built
I’m always working toward my goals, and my dreams
But, in self observation, I'm beginning to question my means
As of late, been having a lot of trouble, maintaining the tension in the telegraph lines
And for that reason, the deserving will have no honorable mention
For these wires that run from ear to ear
have been in disrepair, for the best part of the last year
And, this is my apology, as well as, a desperate plea
Because, in reality, I’m in need, of someone that can save me,
Someone to be the monkey on my back
And one who possesses all that I lack
Someone who could, with words deify the drying of paint
And, since patience is a virtue, my girl will have to be a saint
Someone who bear with me, when I beg her to stay
and then push her away
Endearingly Awkward, is all I want to be
The martyr, with out the fee
But, the apprehension in me, doth decree
My title has the need for a higher degree
of precision, and simplicity
And, In fear’s wake, I’m brought to my knees
And, despite my hearts desperate plea,
I comply, and then cease to be,
Until, love breathes her life into me
I feel poison coursing through my logic
And capitulation that could be considered tragic
I’m growing weary, of this battle,
In which my ambitions are roped like cattle,
And slaughtered, just to end up filling the bowls and plates
Of, fear, my sworn enemy, the one I’ll never cease to hate
Considered jaded by some, and boring to most
I feel the part of the silhouette, or the ghost
But, in all honesty
I am, in a word, broken.
I don’t know, I cant even begin
To tell the difference between ecstasy and agony,
Or know what to say, when asked about my identity.
in the evening, behind this perfect smile, at my fork in the road,
contemplating left, or right, and carrying a hell of a load, .
I put faith in a coin toss,
Not knowing which led to love, and which to loss,
caught in clenched fist,
And slapped down on bare wrist,
for an instant, i wonder
if this Is reprobation?
Or some road, leading to my vindication?
Copyright © Mason Lucas | Year Posted 2012
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Mason Lucas Poem
Stop quoting Nietzche, just try to let it be.
Quiet your bleeding heart, and come running to me.
Spin the bottle, and dive on in.
Step on up, take one on the chin.
Who cares, if we wake up late?
Come, my dear, take the bait.
Pop the top, and tip it back,
Ill give you everything that you lack.
Got a bad past? Well that’s ok,
I’ll keep all of your demons at bay.
A bitter taste, for a sweet release.
From everything, with which you can’t seem to make peace.
Dixie cups, and the finest crystal.
All vessels, for the sirens call.
So follow your ears, join the race
For the sweet, sweet liquid release.
Copyright © Mason Lucas | Year Posted 2012
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Mason Lucas Poem
in this place, the smiles are made of glass,, and everyone is more than happy to take a pass at you, whether they mean something by it or not,, when, at last, we wake up, will we be our best, or will we cease to be anything at all?
will we walk among the roses, or just get caught up in the thorns?
in this place, the ceiling seems to meet the floor. and, everyone always has one foot out the door, telling you to hang on, while they take the best of you, sifting over your heart, and then they’re gone. Taking the beauty and leaving you with the dust.
here, where the sun meets the horizon, seeming to gnaw away at the fringe of this forsaken town, could you find solace? could you see me as some to rely upon? would you join me?
as a metronome of entropy, as a living contradiction?
as my loving, brokenhearted, beautiful mess??
Copyright © Mason Lucas | Year Posted 2013
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