Red Maya

"Ghosts are famous for laughing. Saints laugh. Angels laugh. Laughter is the sound of Heaven, I think."

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Cum catapultae proscriptae erunt tum soli proscript catapultas habebunt... When catapults are outlawed, only outlaws will have catapults.

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

The Illusive Good-bye (for Michael)

Young and wandering....you left my front door
Walked a road I never could have contemplated
Proved me wrong and left me to blame

Indifferent about the whole of what you broke

I know now you were never a friend
But a tiny illusion I let dangle too long
Undenighably your predator
You called my bluff and started to run

All of your stars had burnt out
and I was left there searching for a light I would never find
I didnt want your lucid anguish
I dont want it now

I wanted your sunlight
wanted you to be different
wanted you to be decent
wanted you to exceed your usual boundries of self despair

In hindsight, its unbelievable the chaos I endured
the echo still makes me shudder
but Ive untangled your web and have let it go
You can now slide into hell without my intrusion

Go home little meaningless illusion
You can leave now and never look back
Go home and find your ego satisfied with your plastic diciples
and all of the injustices of your life that you will never find the strength to repair.

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