~Spero ergo sum~™

October 19, 2008

The enlightened efflorescence

Filed under: Life,Poetry,Sobriety — Teal @ 12:00 pm

Pain is real, pain is good
but ever so often, misunderstood
In the garden of flowers, only are weeds
When all one looks for is a loyal steed

Severing the weed from the root
Save nothing else, but the truth
Why to cling on to poison?
Why go on with loathing, and treason?

We live in a world of hypocrisy
We live and prolong this shamed legacy
There is no room for truth and love
fortitude and frankness, is now heresy

The garden of flowers, is now barren
What is now hell, was once a haven
I’d rather live solo,  in a desert of storms
Then be surrounded by scorpions of various forms



  1. I still think you should’ve gone with the “critters” idea! 😉 😀

    Comment by Brat — October 19, 2008 @ 1:42 pm | Reply

  2. You said what’s in my mind girlfriend!
    Seriously, sometimes I wish i was alone on the moon

    Why didn’t God let us choose family? Che!

    Comment by Macadamia The Nut — October 19, 2008 @ 7:02 pm | Reply

  3. @ Brat:
    😉 Next time will think twice about asking ya for a title suggestion 😛
    @ Mac:
    God did not let us choose family , simply because – If we end up choosing people we’ll mostly end up messing things. We chose bad company and fake friends along the way, see them for who they are and move on. With family, they will stay through your thick and thin , especially when you are moving on from something bad. ‘Bad’ here can be attributed to anything.

    Comment by Teal — October 19, 2008 @ 10:40 pm | Reply

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