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<eventtime>2011-04-24 03:10:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2011-04-24 07:10:58</logtime>
<subject>Listening to Clarence</subject>
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by Tom Drake He makes a very convincing argument Clarence, he does. At least he's honest, and I appreciate that. And I can feel that his advice is true. I just haven't figured out Honestly if I can live with that truth. Is it enough to give up That which we want most To do that Which can do the most good for others? There is no factual demand But Clarence doesn't lie. Like so many others do. And I love that about him. He makes no promises. He can't. I know it. He knows it. We both know the odds. The question really Is it enough to follow his advice? The better part of me says yes it is. But the truth is That there is more to me Than just my better half. I am an imperfect being. And there are some things I am not willing to forgo. Not willing to accept. The curse of my gift Is to see the unseen All the time. Even when I don't want to. I can try to hide my mind for a time In fiction Or in the beauty of the moment But hiding doesn't change the Ugly Truth. Listening to Clarence is fun. It feels good But my better Angels can't give me what I want. So there it is The central question. How much of Clarence can I really take? So far, quite a bit.
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<itemid>133285</itemid>
<eventtime>2011-04-30 05:51:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2011-04-30 09:51:29</logtime>
<subject>Poison</subject>
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By Emmit Other When she chose to listen To the lies inside her ear She sealed the fate for both of us All ended in a year. Poison likes to think she's a victim A blue core caring soul Who really likes to weave her web For its all about control Petty pettiness from insecurity She's a living breathing troll. Poison can't control a mind That doesn't let her in Upon each person's fault Lies their own awkward sin. No, what she does is still something worse Her tendril vines do strangle Any try to lift her curse. Poison in rumor Poison in whisper Poison in self righteous victories Held close to the chest Poison of such a nature As a spider in your breast. The venom strong The choices wrong. There is no antidote Save the one you choose yourself Now learn this hark by rote This above all To thine own self be true. So said the Bard of yore But old truths oft ring pure Despite to those they bore And their messages endure. If you lie To yourself Or to others Poison's due will soon collect And in time Naught but sorrow Will your life's tale then reflect. Mock my words At your peril I am no perfect man But I spew poison when I saw it Then I turned around and ran. Every choice Is yours alone And yours only that you make. I will not claim fault For another's foul mistake. I seek my faults And purge them As I find them as I may But all of them are dealing In the cleansing light of Day. I walk the night with greater speed now A greater understanding of the Way For chains of guilt unburden When you listen as I say The light of truth is painful But only for a while The venom from dear Poison Aches for every awful mile.
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