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Myths . . . .

August 31, 2009 04:26 PM EDT (Updated: September 01, 2009 04:04 AM EDT)

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Sacrifice is mortifying hallucinogen
A denigrating opiate
Subtly desiderates quiescence
Flaunts obligation and manipulates.

The veiled irony at times
Is the satire of denial
Inherent willingness to give is profaned
Blithe persuasions seem noble desires.

No fortunate Abraham spared by a ram
In my tests and trials of faith
For this obsession to please everyone
My Issac tastes the ruthless blade.

With dismay I survey the shambled self
The desecration of sweet pleasures
Track the sequence of bleak actions
Bleaker still, for my ilk surrendered.

Impervious then to blandishments
Deaf to undeserved curse
Delight in quintessence of being myself
Selfishly spared retrospective tears.

(* Reference to Issac is the innocence we all have within us)

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Comments: 5

Lisa Frost Aug 31, 2009, 5:01pm EDT

so often it is that innocence of giving is killed by the greed and ignorance of life.
But does it have to be this way?

Excellent emotion, it touches off many feelings in me oddly.
wonderful writing as always my friend!

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Lisa Frost Aug 31, 2009, 5:11pm EDT

The final stanza is all we can hope to become, learning to be just who we are, so the words of can no longer control or punish. At least that is what it is saying to me. I have missed your writing, Vinay and how it makes me think!