Shame

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creative, faith, lyric, poems, poetry, religion, Truth, verse, writing

I will come here,

As if I’d never left,

See the ruins,

The things your hands have done.

I will watch you,

As if you’d never seen,

Blind eyes open,

The curse of will you chose.

 

And shame will fall on me,

Shame on my very name,

And tears will fall like pearls,

But never drown what I have done.

Yes, shame will fall on me,

Shame on my very name,

But all these gifts I gave,

Won’t free me from the things you’ve done.

 

See you kneel,

And speak to me in tongues,

Hear the words drop,

Like poison from your lips.

Say you take them,

Like jewels out of my mouth,

Can’t take them back

The words another wrote.

 

And shame will fall on me,

Shame on my very name,

And tears will fall like pearls,

But never drown what I have done.

Yes, shame will fall on me,

Shame on my very name,

But all these gifts I gave,

Won’t free me from the things you’ve done.

No Epitaph

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creative, Duality, Epitaph, Honesty, poems, poetry, thoughts, Truth, verse, writing

A life lived less seriously,

With perspective slanted,

Or perhaps not,

A view more allied to the needs of others,

Yet flippant and irreverent,

Charged with the wit of the ages,

The omniscient eye,

Objective and calm,

With a mischievous glint,

In equal measure both,

A panacea and an irritant,

A wind that blew in,

And left without farewell,

Its legacy of lightness,

A smile behind the eye,

A touch that I was glad to know,

That stays with me,

Illuminates my darker days,

Not so much an epitaph,

It’s just that sometimes,

I think of you,

That’s all.