This is writing that doesn't fit into any particular category. It's not prose and it's not quite poetry. It's not quite sane but it's something healthy. Not all of us have it figured out. I sure as hell don't. It's a series of locutions on madness and locura.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

The Fecundity and Desertion

Alive, Son of Awake - Fecundity and Desertion
Em D G A

I am the wasteland
I am nothing left
I am the wax and wane
I am bereft

There was once so much here
There was once a hope and promise
And now we have a desert
Empty but for longing

I am the oasis
I am the desert's song
I am the greenest grass
I am nothing wrong

There was once so much here
There was once a hope and promise
And now we have a desert
That's permanently haunted

There's still a shred of hope
There's still a shadow of a doubt
As hope must diminish
And our eyes cast downward
Shame again
Gray again
Gray day again

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