timshel

[Mira]

Thanks to John Steinbeck for a bit of inspiration

 

Am I Abel,

or am I Cain?

Do I watch the flock,

or do I reap the grain?

Am I destined to be favored

or doomed to be shamed?

 

Is it already set in stone,

or can I choose to conquer sin?

Is my strength from without

or is it born from within?

And was it really my hand which slew

my beloved brother; twin?

 

timshel

[Mira]

Dropped this into the AAA some time ago. The above poem reminded me about it so I cleaned this one up a little and put it here.

 

 

 

I a son of the Land of Nod,

A wayward Cainite, a fool

Am lost to love, am born in sin

Who lives outside the bounds of rule

 

I who wants and needs and feeds

on blood and wine and rain

Who takes it all and revils

In the wanton hand of pain.

 

I am he who inhabit the crags, and cracks,

and mass of every land.

Who dances to the piper's tune,

And leads the children by the hand.

 

I who fail to feel, to see, to hear,

And happen to like it that way

And while I have the words for every event

I've not a single thing to say.

[Sweetcherrie]

I've read both, and both of them make me think, and I like it when a poem forces me into thinking.

 

Unfortunately I haven't got the peace in my head at the moment to really sit down and look at this the way it should be looked at, and they deserve to be looked at more seriously than I can offer at the very moment.

 

Just wanted to let you know that I've read and liked