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IamLibertarian -> Tuck's Writings (7/2/2009 1:52:31 AM)
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*Most of my writings are poetry and they really do require an acquired taste, but hope you enjoy them anyways [&:]
A Wretched Thing
To one is each and each is own,
while willows fly among the stones,
whistling their gentle blows
and gathering together foes.
Chiming in with awe and ease,
as if the sun had second thee,
haltering the cringe of He,
who sat alone together free.
While waving signs of disbelief,
they cursed and merged so violently,
that even sea men hadn’t seen,
the kinds of things which happening.
But ‘tis alas the finishing,
which fell among the empty swings,
for all the deeds worth punishing,
the man whom sat a wretched thing.
The Rising Haze
The rising haze and spotted day surpassed the crimson rays.
Far off into the changing willows, hides the beasts of prey.
We will not falter -We will not fumble - We will not glimpse away
But even if I manage these, the blood runs strong from thee.
Long past the times of normal day, we never bow our shield.
For that we know we cannot do, if we ever wish to plow the fields
Don't mercy me, I chose this life
Don't mercy me, through times of strife.
I will not wilt beneath this grain, but only rise up stronger.
My tribute lies, here and now, to all above that follow.
You fly beyond the woven fields and pray for tears of sorrow.
Your honor is as you have done, and ten-fold which was asked.
For you have seen the resting place of far too many passed.
The rising haze begins to wallow, through the scripted path.
Far off into the minds of nobles, and their ketchup packs.
I will not falter - I will not fumble - I will not glimpse away
For now that I have seen the truth, the crimson rays shall pass
Leader of Man
The privileged sit high on chairs, of sparring disposition.
Raining down the tiers of terror, where once lived demarcation.
Highly trained, these men they are reveal the art of war.
It's called deceit you feeble minds- go on and do your chore.
They hold you back and steer you wrong
yet still you grip on tight
For now that you have seen the plight, hold on enjoy the flight.
Were going through a time of change
and you're the one who's leaving.
Listen now, and follow close, for you better start believing.
Don't speak with an accent, don't bark when at hand.
You might just become the leader of man.
Follow the path to your daily bread, and sit amongst the beggars.
Listen to the wise men talk, and flutter your dampening feathers.
If the hour glass begins to tip, I ask you for one last favor.
Do what you can, and do it by hand, cause only you can save her.
You leader of man, you have came with the season
at last we can rest in peace
For the troubling times of scholarly wines
lie deep from vicarious treason.
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