December 4th, 2001

Loon

Cutie Kitty my ass ...

Grumble, grumble, grumble ... go to http://i.am/btripp ... read the poems ... here's a new one, even ...


                    THE START OF ALL NEW ENDS


                    the darkness slams us
                    spiraling into depression
                    we have no defense
                    against this onslaught
                    we have no escape
                    from this reality
                    we have no future
                    which does not destroy

                    all we've worked for
                    all we've desired
                    is stripped away
                    cast to the pit
                    we are traumatized
                    and all of our agonies
                    mocked by the very world
                    which drives us down

                    I can not face
                    this new corruption
                    I can not face
                    a world like this
                    I can not face
                    the vile decaying
                    which all tomorrows
                    seem to contain

                    how to live
                    in frames like that?
                    all that we've loathed
                    all we've avoided
                    sweeps in on us
                    an evil storm
                    we can't control
                    a nightmare unfolding

                    bit by bit
                    delusions of survivability
                    chip away
                    belief in some good
                    turns to dust
                    hope for new day
                    curdles to bitterness
                    vile, horrid and foul



                             - Brendan Tripp
                                12/03/2001

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