Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Angels--Iron-Jawed and Otherwise

Future without a past,
         Cause devoid of promise

Not a word, not a word, my friend.
Not because I hate you, but because I love you more
and I want you to learn...
You do not understand the meaning of love--

Not a bite, not a bite for my retching stomach.
I will not fall for self-indulgence when my cause is at stake
Let me go in the name of democracy.

Not a wink--not a wink of sleep tonight.
The night is too untrustworthy...
I must stand vigil, so no one else is hurt
        and so I know it all wasn't a bad dream

Not another note of that haunting melody
It tells of those lost and forbidden
Whom I let go, for the sake of her soul
        but should I have kept her here?

Past without a future,
        Promise devoid of cause