Saturday, October 16, 2010

Can't You See?

What Chaucer and Alice and Time has done to me?


Propped on your metal-sewn seat
You don't understand the words
That you've been making us eat
Like unsheathed soulless swords

Drop your daggers, clandestine
Fill your throat with bloody rue
Favored of the Lady Eglantyne
Measure all of your gold in due

Without your furs and precious fines
Hooded gentil face, vital white dream
Watch swiftly now the demon dines
Tears you cork for screw in fired stream

All but gagged in your juxtapositions
Boughs of ribbon red on violet coil
Trapped in your snared suppositions
You can't be much farther from royal

They'll slaughter you at this rate
Queen of Hearts hiding from Alice
On this your predestined death date
With crimson on the walls of your palace

Bare-back wrestler like chiseled stone
Lengths as tall as a canyon is wide
Missing an eye, without skills to hone
Dried up, Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Question of the Day: Do we leash our demons and run? or do we set loose our own vicious nature?

2 comments:

  1. "Do we leash our demons and run? or do we set loose our own vicious nature?"

    Regardless, I don't think "demons" is what we should really be calling them.

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  2. Question of the Day: Do we leash our demons and run? or do we set loose our own vicious nature?

    Society is taught to repress their demons, I think. Because letting them run loose would be 'barbaric' and those who do are more than likely considered 'criminal', if not simply 'bad'.

    I don't think it's a we do or we don't kind of answer. I think that we try to leash our demons, but at some point, they get away from us.

    And those who can't leash them again, who either can't catch hold of the chain or simply do not wish to, are whom society percieves negatively.

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