there's a deceptive silence
thoughts reverberate
so many accomplices
ascend, incite
they vie for reprieve
but there's none for them
denied for another time
refused, they refuse
they're compelled to conspire
because they've not been released
past remembered, forgotten, it's all there
pain is a lifer that way
you banish it
it will find you
in fact it never leaves
it merely lies in wait
it becomes a platform
whereupon the new found its gallows
its noose, uncoils, awaits
it allies with the new to make certain the grip
when it snares you by the throat
you can't recall but it remains
it's there because it could seek no outlet
when it was still young and malleable
over time it hardened under the pressure of its mold
and now a keep is constructed
it has been laid stone upon stone
kept now by a firmed foundation
it's home. you know it well
it's no refuge though
a prison of time's making
with no pardon
Written by Scott Schoffstall
© December 31, 2010
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Poetic Sojourn
trigger the pain shock me to now
buffer my madness escape for me how
can't listen no memory trips on the wow
fuck me up side down gimme that pow
howlin at nowhere lost blowin my mind
travelin back forward still doin the time
can't hear all yu sayin even tho fine
for down I been fallen pale hitn the line
now take me on climbing yet higher I try
travelin back for word cut deeper I cry
hurt can't go under it just outs the lie
for higher you fall it ain't no deny
you are what you are cuz out it you die
Written by Scott Schoffstall
© December 17, 2010
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Poetic Sojourn
confess your beauty that isn't shown.
confess it like sin
reveal the unholy within that struggles for answer
show us the questions that we may hurt and not become numb
confide in us that which we'll never understand
send us your pain that we may revel in it like a soothing bath
speak to us of passion that goes unquenched and never shall be
for that was not its intent
tell us of the fire that burns so we may warm by its glow
take care my heart of sorrow and be a specter of such beauty
in your torment so as to blind the minds of the envious
Written by Scott Schoffstall
© December 12, 2010
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Poetic Sojourn
