2008-06-13

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
2008-06-13 12:55 pm
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challenge and response

 
those are the boundaries we may not cross
a world lies out there we're not to know
we aren't supposed to see it as a loss

this comes without a comment or a gloss
we have to take it as a simple blow
those are the boundaries we may not cross

the symbol is no more than a vague floss
you have no reason to laugh nor to crow
we aren't supposed to see it as a loss

water will fall into the ditch or fosse
we won't expect to see a healthy glow
those are the boundaries we may not cross

on the old wall we watch for new green moss
and for the lichens that on stone will grow
we aren't supposed to see it as a loss

you think that virtue means you are the boss
and every change must come to us quite slow
those are the boundaries we may not cross
we aren't supposed to see it as a loss

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
2008-06-13 01:43 pm
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a failure of courage

 
this is the hammer of an angry force
we see ourselves reflected in the night
and now we are obliged to change our course

life it turns out is traded on the bourse
it's value is no more than an old rite
this is the hammer or an angry force

there is not anything we won't endorse
if we are given our full share of might
and now we are obliged to change our course

in the dark sky we watch the angry horse
trample the ones we once thought strong and bright
this is the hammer of an angry force

we have lost our connection to the source
of honest power and decency and right
and now we are obliged to change our course

now justice has impelled us to divorce
ourselves from history and from the light
this is the hammer of an angry force
and now we are obliged to change our course

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
2008-06-13 02:24 pm
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understanding how to measure

so many echoes fail to reach the ear
the seeds of joy aren't planted on dry ground
and one day will bear fruit that shall astound

these are the values that we hold most dear
the wall that our true treasure must surround
so many echoes fail to reach the ear

you do not know what miracles appear
when the last casket has been set unbound
upon the proper site where truth is found
so many echoes fail to reach the ear