DEVIANT ARTZ
Presque vuPresque vuPresque vu
Very unexpectedly the gray veil peels back And there’s only a face, sun-brilliant white. Desperately, I ask “Will you tell me the truth?” I feel like something very important is on the tip of my tongue
Very unwanted the world floods back in Gray still. But does it shine a little more? “Truth comes piecemeal” A hopeful sigh I finish washing my hands and turn off the faucet
The one I sawThe one I saw on the side of the roadThe one I saw
It’s a desperate kind of hot, In cryptic verse he cries out fears. The people that pass don’t listen. Ragged teeth, one blind eye, a bodily rot He looks like Jesus -- aged thirty years.
“The End is Near” Sharpie on a board Pity is wrestling with hate and disgust Like an animal it’s better to put down “Make way for the coming of the Lord. Now’s the time to return to dust.”
That one blind eye can read my soul So I become a blind man too What can I do to ease such pain? &
Grain of SandGrain of SandGrain of Sand
“The birds moved south for the winter.” The old man sighs, a bitter cold sting Deeply she laughs, it’s soft and warm, “But don’t they return in the spring?”
Ages ago the master said, “See the world in a grain of sand.” But dust covers yellowing pages, “In this filth I see nothing grand.”
Nothing in his pocket but dusty dreams “Your dreams don’t feed,” she stood, “We’re done. Sometimes small things can mean big things.” Alone he watched the setting sun.
half emptyhalf emptyhalf empty
Your glass? Half-empty, and there’s no hope left for the future. You sigh, “Why do the bad times move so slow? Why does the joy feel like a lie?”
But the chance is inside, I know. Dreams are like seeds (for rain you cry) they have to be planted to grow. Just don’t wait too long, it might die
--Sij
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