Reason and Rhyme

“You’re right, he’s a killer,” you said. “A rooster with some serious issues.”
― Lucy Christopher, Stolen

 

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I came sowing with tears into the life of your ruin

Knowing the pain will come to roost with me soon

Laughter is strange in this world of gloom

I lay down my peace to dance with your tune

Listen with care you simple of heart and small mind

Take this advice, listen to reason and rhyme

To ruin me were thoughts but you could only try

Never to win, this morning the rooster won’t die

The Little Door – Rage is hidden

“Despite all my rage
I am still just a rat in the cage.”
– Billy Corgan

 

Wondering were I got this rage

I started looking ’round the cage

Hiding in the back, a little door. 
Shocked, I never saw this before
Pressing close my ear, hoping to feel

hot to the touch, it made me kneel

Whats behind the door, I’m brave to behold

Rest assured it would soon be told.

Locked! But how do I see?

But soon the door would open to me

Turning away I vented a rage

then I heard a click from the back of my cage

Spinning and turning with a stare

I fell to my knees, all of me aware

The door swung open wide

revealing all that was crammed inside

Memories of things all bad

every one of them made me mad

And with a great breath of wind

a sudden gust that made me spin

an uncontrolled rage began

to escape from this caged man

jumping to my feet again

I’ll not be captive to anger’s sin

I shoved the door closed with all my might

That will do for now, but then the night

I sit shivering looking across the room

at the little door hiding crazy gloom

I will destroy the insanity

without this rage I will be free

to fly again without a cry

No doors now, in my open sky.

Also published in: Broowaha

09082011 

The Little Door – Rage is hidden

“Despite all my rage
I am still just a rat in the cage.”
– Billy Corgan

 

Wondering were I got this rage

I started looking ’round the cage

Hiding in the back, a little door. 
Shocked, I never saw this before
Pressing close my ear, hoping to feel

hot to the touch, it made me kneel

Whats behind the door, I’m brave to behold

Rest assured it would soon be told.

Locked! But how do I see?

But soon the door would open to me

Turning away I vented a rage

then I heard a click from the back of my cage

Spinning and turning with a stare

I fell to my knees, all of me aware

The door swung open wide

revealing all that was crammed inside

Memories of things all bad

every one of them made me mad

And with a great breath of wind

a sudden gust that made me spin

an uncontrolled rage began

to escape from this caged man

jumping to my feet again

I’ll not be captive to anger’s sin

I shoved the door closed with all my might

That will do for now, but then the night

I sit shivering looking across the room

at the little door hiding crazy gloom

I will destroy the insanity

without this rage I will be free

to fly again without a cry

No doors now, in my open sky.

Also published in: Broowaha

09082011