For some thanks,
For some no thanks at all,
If only I had realised,
If only my mind had seen,
You cannot travel two roads ,
Not two roads at once,
To think it,
is only a dream,
Seek no other Kings,
and see,
The tide has washed away,
the buildings of this life,
Oh, and now we see,
the foundations laid,
oh, so much larger,
than the life lived.
November 2007
Thomas Poe
Feel like I might have read those final few lines somewhere in my life
so let me know to whom I may owe credit. Etches.
we hear its name,
we hear its name,
we hear its name,
we often watch it play the game,
on tip of tongue,
it lurks waiting for a captive,
to be set ‘free’,
on you and me,
the promise broken,
a hope postponed,
a volte-face,
the paternal correction,
an enamoured mis-direction,
a kiss.
we hear its name,
we know its coming,
the beat of drums,
a lie becoming,
its shadow falls on us.
it falls on us,
it falls on us,
the room has gone cold,
an indiscretion,
the white lie,
a cover over the frail drawn self,
the stumble becomes a fall,
a truth become a lie,
a kiss.
we hear its name,
we flinch,
we cry,
we are crushed,
we are torn,
we are betrayed.
Etches Penman
Oxford Corner
9th November 2009 .
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Pondering betrayal for many weeks now. How is it that we have trust and hopes
often silk tissue paper thin on the walls of life, some might poke holes, but the
betrayal of trust tears the fabric - the beauty drains from every face. Alas the loss
Edited and added Nov 2020 -11 years later but alas
so much betrayal during these covid times
so much theft of hope.
