Posted by Jasmyn (188.8.131.52) on January 20, 2002 at 07:23:55:
Went through a bad spell and tried one eyed painting and poetry.
Meds got me very depressed awa the DEVIL!
Here is a poem, will get a camera to show you one of these days my paintings;
JUGGLE WITH PAIN
Jester of this grisly court
Dancing the quadrille
Juggling these three objects high
Making bystanders scream and cry
A slimy object slipped and soared
A raven eager to peck it from the sky
The eyeball cracked open and behold
Blood soaked the faces from below
The second object, missed the juggling hand
It splatter like butter... all over the sand
The jester’s foot slipped
Down to Hell he slid
Too tired to live
Too tired to die
Too tired to laugh
Too tired to cry
The paper is blank
Where’s the meaning of life
Music goes clank, clank, clank
Al around there’s strife in this darkened land
Eulogy of pain and destruction
Commending its terror
Inserting its reign
Taunting mere life
Its motto more pain
The third object was it salvation
What was it supposed to be
Will freedom ever mean free?
Need we travel through this world of damnation?
Forever in search of an explanation!
Sorry not very uplifting, but then when you're down it's hard to see some light.
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