I am a tortured soul
not a victim of torture at victimizers hands
but a soul none the less.
I dislike pain
and avoid it
but not at all costs
seldom if any costs if truth be told
truth is a hard truth to bear
and seldom endured
without return
reasonableness is unreasonable in the best of times
I seldom know the scope of it
but often the war is clear
Pain is not so much a thing to be avoided
, as a barter amongst ragamuffins
Do unto your world as you want
and make it your own
let no man drive asunder
and divide and conque
what one has taken under wing
but never assume
assuaged guilt
is rebuilt
as recalled pride
they say pride comes before the fall
yet pride is generally what allows one to see the fall before it comes
the fall is more often presaged by over looking and lack of leaping
more to the merrier and less to the worrier
troubled souls lead to changed minds
lead to radicalized ideals
lead to muscular disinterested masses
amassing masses of riches
troubled souls and egos unreasonably troubled
are oft as not the source of misery and mastery
in equal handfuls.
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Just a little poem I wrote on my phone a few months ago.
