Posted by Sadie from D007027.N1.Vanderbilt.Edu (18.104.22.168) on Tuesday, April 15, 2003 at 1:43AM :
who was NOT a poet. Poetry is reserved for a chosen few, such as Warrior Empress.
You were there, my poor midget friend,
Stumbling crazy-like till the end.
I remember wanting to cry -
Hoping like mad that you would die.
Regretting that instinctive fear,
I watch your casket drawing near.
Is it you, or am I in there -
That part of me that didn't care?
Dancing girl, rare as midnight sun,
Twirling, smiling, a whole world spun
Around; YOU, never the sad clown,
You scared me. You never could frown.
Magician, dark as the night sky
Spell-binding powers, never shy.
How could your trickery and lies
Cut me deeper than any knives?
Full of circus acts is this life.
So many struggling to survive.
Who plays ring master, I forget;
I'm the magic, dancing midget.
Unsung song #1: Defiance
I, I refuse to be
Your poetic vagabond,
Running the streets late,
Late at night,
I say that I am a
Woman seven times possessed
By the thoughts now too
Dear to share
I guard this
Your demons distracting,
I pull them from my vision,
Preying on insight
You claim as
All you have met.
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