A group of adolescents stand,
bottle in hand,
chaos behind the eyes,
malice on the tongue,
screaming “ Pan!
Why have you forsaken your sons?
The world cares not for you,
we are all that's left of your legacy!”
And they believe this to be true.
An old man sits,
not far down the road,
though rarely,
and not now, seen.
His evolved camouflage
appears...
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Clouds gather,
angels flap and fly away;
a sweet old lady wonders
“Oh dear, a storm is on its way.”
A storm is on its way,
always in some state of advance.
That's the trouble.
The storm itself is just a chance for rain.
Lightning explodes at the periphery.
Inside lights flicker,
everything shudders
with each subtle quake;
a child screams,
pulses pace quicker,
faces...
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Since a child
I have often wondered past
and asked the great silent nothing and nobody
why most whom
I most concern myself
to see me for me
could only see the version furthest from what I want to be.
I live day to day
swatting angels from the sky
and cursing devils
"fuck you, find someone else to come out and play"
You see...
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Go gently father of one,