Ain't NOTHING easy about Sunday morning...

Thursday, March 06, 2003

I'm pretty amped about this assignment that turned out not so badly....
check it out. I'm torn between titles though.

((Villanelle))
Speaklife/Speakdeath
-or-
Bound Until Broken
-or-
Meaningless Until Made

Cuz words are only words until they’re not.
Until yes, you are your own island,
Til you cross the ‘t’ and you add the dot.

And only your voice can tell them to stop
Earth ain’t a parlor, life ain’t a massage
Cuz words are only words until they’re not

Wake up from dreamin and fold up your cot
No one will listen to statements you drop
Til you cross the “t” and you add the dot.

You say you’re the master though you’ve been bought,
Slavery and freedom, can’t tell them apart
Cuz words are only words until they’re not.

Cast off your black robe, I know that it’s hot
Don’t think it’s going to save you, it’s not
Til you cross the “t” and you add the dot.

The world’s a buffet and death’s in the pot
Know how to stand though your best has been shot
Cuz words are only words until they’re not
Till you cross the “t” and you add the dot.

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