There Are The Lies - Waco Poetry

Everywhere there is need met
embraced and kissed with wet dew-weighed abundance
there are those heedless do not see this
blinded by sheer paranoiac tribal ways

Store houses replace the vineyards
muddy swollen feet and hands in pockets traipse back and forth
partitions are erected high and broad
keeping skeptics at arms length away

There is a knowing stubbornly afoot
whispering the way to find the sultry crafted cage
identifying what has kept you captive
tugging at the bonds to be let free

jaevans 1pm 1/5/09

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