Pain is like rain
.........without a stain
unless pain is with a stain
soothing like rain
Pain is as much lust's domain as aching burning fever obtained
pain keeps the insanity from the sane...
pleasure after being played at like a violin on nervestrings
with nothing but death to gain.
the calm after the storm instead of before
to cease instead of increase
arca made to arcane......minor is now major
as above so fade into the main
to dance together on the grass and there to be lain.


Poetry by LordParzifal
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Written on 2009-09-30 at 23:24

Tags Pain  Philosophy  Sad 

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Joan Black
Very nice and beautiful rhymes!