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The Faithless Preacher
the only gift she had
was a needle and a spoon
a translucent light
guaranteeing her end was soon
a poetic heart
quit beating today
a mouth full of reason
went silent today
eyes that saw passed
the frontary of man
went blind today
and someday
i hope i understand
what time has against us
and what life has to say
about how we did it wrong
and all the debts we've yet to pay
she was only 17
a little younger than i
it gets old wondering
why the good are the first to die
i have no excuse
for projecting myself at hands
who never cared about me
after all im just a man
an imperfect prototype
to a goal thats yet been reached
so why is it we take to heart
everything another man has preached
its instinct now,
to deny death as a part of life
to turn your head from this dirty world
containing hatered, greed and stryfe
but open your eyes
dont die a simple man
naive to whats around you
Regretless,Tripp, i'm your biggest fan
I have only read a few of your poems so far.
At this point i'm wondering why you don't have them on the stands?
I really don't know where you're at in life and it's none of my buisness but...
You have alot of talent and originality in your work and personally i think your work would sell out on the racks.
I myself would purchase them if they were on the racks.
stephanie