Modern GuiltA scrap of the man off the dog's dinner plate, That half-faced man with his long blonde hair, He saw through me with his piercing glare, His stare, fair as a crumbling wall of slate. That wall of his in a place so quare, A spate of ignorance pushed to with a river's silt, The wall they sought to break pushed back just as hard. Then one man emerges with a felt hat and an old guitar, That black-eyed man being a revolutionary bard, He played a song about the world those kings had built, Having the people so blind to themselves and their Modern Guilt.Modern Guilt
-H.
-Today- [Today]-Today-
I saw you today. You sure were glad to see me. I saw you today. This is surely going to numb me.
A girl like you is what I need, Someone mature enough to know what I mean, A friend like you is what I need, A soul like yours to heal me when I bleed.
Physically or mentally, There is really nothing I can do. Intangibly or emotionally, My feeling of pain is entirely up to you.
You kill me. You kill me. You put this curse upon me
G'dnight, Ma'am.Goodnight, my dear friend.G'dnight, Ma'am.
As you muse with your prepossessing smile, Yield not through the abysm of your mind, And with this trek through time, May you find the ideas which plague your brain, And through another process should they be slain.
I bid you farewell, Although I should warn you. I now seek a blitzkrieg, And as I dim my lights this minute passing, I ponder of the changes you can make in my mental state.
This leer plaguing my face, Is no more than all of what my brain can show of its feelings Without having to pass beyond the limits imp
isabel
Im kinda getting used to this thing,
kinda.
I put up a new poem thing if you wanna check it out
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