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Bully Me Not (the 2nd Violent Verse)

I look at man,
at green grass, old trees, red clay
and the turn of frost tiptoeing toward me,
and if I say I know,
if I believe I know
what comes next
near this flame,
I’ve purchased a vast untruth,
the crippled body of man’s wreckage,
lies, murder, rape, cruelty,
as if we’re undulating
with the engine of chance
on divine tracks of quietude and not those of ruin.

What does all this have to do with violence?
If I love, I sought love first,
you, only after my love was found.

Thinking of this might seem crazy
in a mad world of self,
a quaking of failure
that’s living upon our existence,
that’s worshiping upon our loving,
set to run aground
where joy waits upon our inheritance,
love upon truth.

Do you understand what I’m trying to say?
In my days,
in my time,
I will lift my love
and my affection will feed
upon the seeds of truth.


© 2010 by mark prime


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