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 Turbulent Balance
The scales are meaningless
If there's nothing to weigh,
Slip in and out of consciousness,
It's a way of life today.
Evil is emptiness
When love has passed away
And good is nonexistent
When bad devours its prey.
Solitude takes his victims,
Apathy takes her toll,
Without love there is no lonliess,
Without filler, there is no hole.
If what you don't know can't hurt you,
Then let suffering be all,
Your gods, your friends, your money,
Let the hollow catch your fall.
*~Jacklynn
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The Call
Steadily wasting away,
Emaciated like the calendar,
Waiting for life to take its toll,
To place its eerie knock on my door.
Peel away the layers each in time,
Only to don the cloak once more,
Burning the tender young flesh,
And renewing old vows of identity.
Crawl out of the spotlights and
Into the setting sun,
The foliage yields easily this time,
To uncover those atrophied eyes.
Helpless and dormant hidden below
Pulling the drapes to the hero outside
Choose the lesser of two evils...
Save yourself.
*~Jacklynn
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Tip the Scale
Whitewashed darkness is nothing,
The desire is gray, balanced and barren,
Oil and water in a brew of blunders,
Unlock the portal, unleash the possibilities.
Fruits spring from optimistic negativity,
Spawning hypocrites and open minds,
Pain is nothing without pleasure,
Life is empty without demise.
Thougts spill out like mindless banter,
Wisdom spread from fool to sage,
Shocking the world with desinsitization,
Epiphanies injected one by one.
Just another flower strangled by my own vines
The sands of time kept in a broken hourglass
And long after the clouds have parted
The crystal ball remains shattered underfoot.
*~Jacklynn
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Good Behaviour
Hush now my little one, the goblin's creeping underfoot,
Lightly stepping, soon forgetting nightly where she's put
The baby dressed in leather straps, mamma's crying soot
Tearstained, addlebrained, her heart will go kaput.
Gently swinging back and forth, bathed in blood and moonlight,
Push you higher by the noose, you can't put up a fight,
Three finger, let it linger, screaming swallowed by the night,
Singing songs of gravestones, and swooning with his bite.
Suck back the birdy bile that's in your deadly bottle dear,
Haunted by this lullaby, your dreams are dark and queer,
Scream until your lungs burst, you're luggage on the bier,
Oh little baby fantasy, your fiendish blessing's here.
*~Jacklynn
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