when you hear a voice from inside you, you'll know it's your benefactor
if the voice is from without you then discern if comfort or distractor
if you share with another that which came from deep within
be happy they delighted or were renewed from whence they've been
but dear friend there is a stab that may lacerate your compassion
when you find that another rapes your heart as an assassin
by taking that which they would find and use it for their glory
without remorse and with full knowledge it's not their light or their story
Be assured dear one and not hindered in your art or your vision
even though, for just this moment, your tempted to grow derision
because this con from your art gains praise with no remorse
a reckoning, will in time, give them due for their course
written by Scott Schoffstall
© January 11, 2011
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Poetic Sojourn
welcome to the catwalk
toe up to dat chalk
we all tread our wears
but peel away the layers
sum of the plastic bubble?
hey I ain't here for no trouble
contrive and thrive
brain dead or alive
will it survive?
examining stress levels
from daily devils
come to naught
when divining afterthoughts
of undocumented terms
it don't make the worm squirm
instead make it up as you go along
you do it for a song
isn't nat what it's about?
it's all about clout
show biz wiz
because it isn't what it is
it's what it seems
take it to extremes
who would know?
even better for the flow?
going through life with eyes squinted
glasses rose tinted
doesn't sharpen the focus
bull shit hocus pocus
cuts down the scope
better than death on a rope?
what'd they say bout a blind squirrel?
you go girl
a squirrel. that's a rodent right?
words for a fight?
can a rat splat flat if
a tongue tyin acrobat?
now that's where it's at
with a baseball bat
roaches scamper cross my floor
you know what rhymes with floor
looking for crumbs
fucking dumb
don't misconstrue
a clue
2 for a dollar
shit's getting taller
ka ching
Written by Scott Schoffstall
© January 6, 2011
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Poetic Sojourn
scavenging the flesh off bones of the wounded
take no solace parasite of tears
your own thoughts excrement to any tortured ear
you have imprisoned yourself in stolen life
that lives as you die. hideous, insignificant
Written by Scott Schoffstall
© December 9, 2010
all rights reserved
Poetic Sojourn
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