Just found these and figured I would publish...
Bitter Rebirth (4/26/1998)
Everything in me that was good
Died with your silent exit
I became a beast again that day
Long had the monster been caged
The lamb walked about freely
Tender presence with no fearful reason
A spirit of love in statue’s eyes
I was a different man then
Now I am a killer again
Long caged dragon now barely bound
Growing stronger within this silence
Bitter and angry from the seclusion
Again stony in heart and mind
No longer appeased by life’s warmth
Untouched by grace once known
Blood flows free on these hands again
The door cast wide open as a broken heart
Bastardom (5/18/1997)
I have an Eve all my own
She gave birth to who I am
Within she bore a painful seed
Bitterness was begat by lies
Then silence begat pain
From pain was delivered violence
Then from violence came a child
I am a bastard
This is my lineage
Untitled and Undated (presumably in the window between 1995 and 1998)
How do I become the man I was when I do not remember that person anymore? I am a hard, cold, bitter, angry, young and old man. Once I was glowing from joy, peace, love, strength and vigor – That time is no more. All that I was has slowly died from the mortal wounds bestowed upon my personal being by the same people that said “I love you” (brotherly thieves, lying lovers, a silent bride and conniving clergy). People are hypocrites. And now I have nothing to say about anything that’s good. My name is Cain.
Cheers.
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These sound a little angry. Were you angry back then?
ReplyDeleteLoaf- You could ask your special Meatbag about my demeanor during the mid-90's. I suppose I was angry. Now if only I had a little rage now. That could be the difference between my writing and my WRITING.
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