the many drafts of ‘Arrogance Speaks…’
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Arrogance Speaks…
Arrogance speaks
of Danger
as if it knows
and shadows hunt demons in divinity
across fields of golden fire
devouring truth and leaving
behind something they call hope
Agents of Death whisper a promise into the ears of the faithful,
‘A dawn that’s spent centuries just under the horizon,
is coming’
Arrogance speaks
of Infiltration
as if it sees
and shadows hunt madness in mediocrity
through hours of wasted minutes
in lover’s words and private moments
As the illusion of Law continues to fade
While in valleys of Ambition’s spawn
leashed subjects cringe and cry in fear,
‘Protect us! We are weak.’
Arrogance speaks
of Leadership
as if this it knows
and shadows hunt hatred simplistically
with a list and blindfolded eyes
leading us to the edge of an abyss
knowing damn well we’ll jump in on our own
because all it takes, is fear
Arrogance speaks
of Right and Wrong
as if it knows the difference
and shadows hunt humanity hysterically,
embracing Wrong in the name of Right,
themselves becoming as the demons
they may have always been.
Good intent is everywhere
its results lie in shallow, sandy graves
and resides in the hardening hearts
of our accidental children
Arrogance speaks
of Freedom
without understanding its true meaning
and the demons hunt Us.
This is the previous draft…
Arrogance Speaks…
Arrogance speaks
of Danger
and shadows hunt demons in divinity
across fields of golden fire
devouring truth and leaving
behind something they call hope
Agents of Death whisper a promise into the ears of the faithful,
‘A dawn that’s spent centuries just under the horizon,
is coming’
Arrogance speaks
of Infiltration
and shadows hunt madness in mediocrity
through hours of wasted minutes
in lover’s words and private moments
As the illusion of Law continues to fade
While in valleys of Ambition’s spawn
leashed subjects cringe and cry in fear,
‘Protect us! We are weak.’
Arrogance speaks
of Right and Wrong
and shadows hunt humanity hysterically,
embracing Wrong in the name of Right,
themselves becoming demons.
Good intent is everywhere
its results lie in shallow, sandy graves
and resides in the hardening hearts
of our accidental children
Arrogance speaks
of Freedom
without understanding its true meaning
and the demons hunt Us.
And this is the first draft-
Arrogance speaks
of Danger
and shadows hunt demons in divinity
across fields of golden fire
consuming truth and leaving droppings they call hope
Death whispers promises into the ears of the faithful
‘A dawn that’s spent centuries just under the horizon,
is coming’
Arrogance speaks
of Infiltration
and shadows hunt madness in mediocrity
through lines of wasted minutes, hours, days
in lover’s words and private moments
While in valleys of Ambition’s spawn
leashed subjects cringe and cry in fear,
‘Protect us! We are weak.’
Arrogance speaks
of Right and Wrong
and shadows hunt humanity hysterically
becoming the demons they seek to destroy
embracing Wrong in the name of Right
Good intention is everywhere
its results lie in rubble at our feet and
reside in the hardening hearts
of our accidental children
Arrogance speaks
of Freedom
without knowing its true meaning
and the shadows hunt Us.
Just found this in the notebook- the first scribbles..
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This is the opening piece and one of my personal favorites..
Ceaseless
I have no complaints
On my future, there is no constraint
But it’s there
Forever there
Lurking around each corner
Hovering over my heart
Waiting to envelop me
and return me to its chains
The darkness does not go away
Hope’s light may,
but the darkness does not
Battles have been fought and won
Demons have been slain
and ghosts have been exorcised
Why can my soul not rest?
What test have I failed?
Everyday woes in comparison paled
As my hands,
Reaching
Clutching
Grasping
Trying to stop my slide
But I can’t stem the tide and I am swallowed up
Hollowed out and crumpled on the floor
A spineless shell of the man I was before
A soul consumed
These demons still haunt me
These goddamn fears still taunt me
and I am gripped by sadness
if for no other reason than because I draw breath
Copyright ©2008 Michael Egidio Quigg
