For A Friend
Do the creatures of deceit practicedancing in the arms of winter
while the world drifts ever gently
onward inward and outward
gaudy forms and garish colors
define the life and times within
a world everso seldom there
people inhabit those walls
a person inhabits that wall
those spires those extensions of earth
which fall so pitifully short
even in the best of times
i wish i could give you my friend
a reason to live
but perhaps the reason was never there
to begin with
under rambling skies
flames of day collide
violently with the depth of your eyes
which never collude with others
instead embrace the gaudy and garish
in short the disgusting
which you proffer as a sacrifice to appeal
to some lower god
a minor demon which passing through
addles those closest
worlds can never be as they were
but in fact, they always are as they will be
and have been
like a coin that has gotten tossed
flipped and hit the ground
but never stopped flipping either
Poetry by grizzedram
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Written on 2013-01-16 at 04:45
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