Three Roses
Three Roses
The incarnate of hate, manifest in me Pulls me into the abyss of desire A rose grows still, though none may see In earth, unkempt and raked with fire
Salvaging truth in a wreckage of lies, My heart cries out for sacrifice She opens her mouth and closes her eyes My stomach drops with the falling dice
Incarnate of Love fulfilled by hate Pursue my heart in ravenous state My soul grows weary of the cold, dark gate That separates life from an untouched state
A rose, growing still, in the depths of the earth Fills me with hope for the promise, elusive Petals in dis’ray from the narrow road’s girth We yearn for prophecy’s rest, conclusive
The end, to come, a purpose has given To those, in more of something need To die, to live; to live, good work To kiss the soldier’s cheek without greed
Build me a bridge across open water Make me a martyr for all to see My noose is taut from the ocean’s daughter A rose will be planted, though none see me
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Old song, but it's snowing out, so it kind of fits!
Snow is falling at your feet You think to yourself, man, isn’t that neat Every year it comes and goes Quite a lot like wind that blows
The world keeps spinning round and round Everything keeps making sound The rain will pour down on your parade People will continue their masquerade
Is it really worth the pain? All the aching, all the strain One would really move to think That we will soon run out of ink
Doesn’t matter what you say Doesn’t matter what you do This world won’t ever stop for you Scream as loud as you can You’re still just a man
They may say you’re not enough Or maybe it’s the voices upstairs, they’re rough Hiding yourself away Won’t ever make it really go away
Maybe you are different Maybe you’re not on the hunt For something of a way out Maybe you’re just trying To figure out
How to keep calm Carry on Just because everything’s going to change Doesn’t mean nothing will ever be the same The night was long But here comes the dawn Say a prayer, build a bridge Hope is coming o’er the ridge Just keep calm And carry on.
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Maybe the cheese curds we're sharing Are sweating a bit because, like my hands They're filled with nervous excitement At the thought of you holding them
— Mary Oliver, Wild Geese
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