06 December 2007

undoing the folded lie

out in the darkness not a thing will speak
there's nothing that a seer might divine
without some fool assuming he was weak
or someone else without a fact opine
that awful silence must outweigh a whine
but truth is that the night will turn aflame
and not a thing will turn out quite the same
as the bright hours that mark the daily grind
to break the quiet is truly a shame
but all we know comes from the living mind

the world is never given to the meek
the kind and gentle heart we won't enshrine
instead we bow before the hard and sleek
and hardly anyone not one in nine
but kowtows to the ones who make the sign
with wildest lout turning out soft and tame
before the ones who claim to know the game
we laugh discreetly seeing them as blind
pursuers of the wispy touch of fame
but all we know comes from the living mind

behind their hands the innocents will peek
but mostly they'll behave like normal kine
and do no more than add unto the reek
though not as much as either sheep or swine
we may their thoughts into the mud consign
but not the ones who truly earn acclaim
they are the ones who will reform the frame
and know to loose as easily as bind
yet also how to shed unworthy blame
but all we know comes from the living mind

prince you would not the worthy ones defame
but you are not the only one of name
and you still cannot guess what we might find
if we could simply make the proper claim
and pass the ones who were too dumb or lame
but all we know comes from the living mind

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