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Messages               5/12/2015

This is my message in a bottle

Set adrift in the endless sea

 Riding the current

To go where it may. 

We wrote a prayer on a balloon

And watched  it rise to heaven

But not every prayer can be answered

In the here and now.

A poem is a group of words

Strung together in phrases

Meaning one thing today

And another tomorrow.

The first time I learned

Everything was far away

A Hardened antiquity

To be absorbed

And memorized. 

Arguments were to be won  

With cynicism and wit

While we remained safe

Win, lose, or draw.

But once you have lived

And once you have seen

All argument becomes pointless

And futile.

If you pick up enough rocks

You will know what’s underneath

And if you make friends with a snake

You are about to be bitten.

This is the silent war

Unspeakable and invisible

A bloody conflict of attrition

Of which we dare not speak.

But now that the truth is out

There is no going back

As all the lies come unraveled

And all pretensions disappear.

Behold the cornered beast

Shameless and hateful

Determined to kill all he can

While he can.