The Inverted Smoke

Way up here, in all the darkness
Is where Me, Myself, and I
The three of us, we come together
To get our kicks

Acting through coincidentals
On the drawing of the backlaps
The three of us, we race for freedom
From our masters

Why we three don't have a purpose
That is for the reader's view
To judge us all, the three of us
In conclusion

So though you're present and accounted for
Your mind is somewhat elsewhere
The three of us, we see your faults
We simply leave you behind




The hour's frail setting's on the other hand,
Not the right one, but the left one, in discretion, with digretion,
On a mountain, to the north, or so I'm told


My aging breaths are speaking curses for the wasted, and the wasting,
Now I'm certain, all my troubles,
Can't have been,
the end of time.




Now your chest is heavy with the burden of a giant
In your eyes I see the danger of a folly-hearted fire
In the end, you will be punished, for the smoke, it is inverted
So that you will choke and burn the day they put you on the pyre




Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2007-01-08 at 00:06

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I liked the first part and the second and the third, but together? I am not sure. They seem perfect individually. I especially liked No 1 and 3 the most. from me, myself and I Tai!lol Grinning at you
2007-01-08