Sleeping black grows listless,
And decides to sow the seeds of dissension.
The mighty giant's life
Has simply ceased,
But still he feeds on never-ending discretion.
He's painted the walls
A different shade of white,
And the plight of a nation
Weighs lightly upon the shoulders
Of the dead giant; dead
But he's decided that he likes it.
Content,
He lays himself down...
And he awakes from the rape
With the realization that you were
A bad lover.
You should have cried out loud.
Loud as you can,
To satisfy, pay homage, pacify
His next urge,
Whatever it may be.
At his frenzied whim.
You've done it again. Good. Good.
And with a smile like a cracked face,
The mighty giant goes back to sleep...
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Reason for writing:
I hesitate to tell people what was in MY mind when I wrote my poems. I'd much rather they looked at them with an open mind; taking as much as they personally can out of the words within the context of their own lives. I see no need to concern the reader with irrelavent things. But, suffice it to say, I hope my collection of thoughts and lines holds as much meaning for you as it does for me.
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