TRUST IS A FICKLE LOVER

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JOURNAL # 38

'Trust Is A Fickle Lover'
confusion a confident foe
leisure, the devil's own barometer
cursed is a mere saint's curriculum
in ego
pity plays on the mind
of pleasure
gain stays her negative
upon uncertainty's behalf
sleep turns parlor tricks
to make depression
not seem so to linger
man is a pawn in the game of love
yet its he who weaves for himself
his very own clever mask
the world in all its chaos
for the soul is a call to reason
misery and conflict
mayhem and destruction
all tools to better prepare
the soul
for each
its poorest season.......................
(June 25, 2010 740am)

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I enjoyed the cadence of this piece very much.

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