Acute Gravity By Steve Rudd

The gravity of words; the line that's drawn in sand, The love that just won't die; the unrepentant man. These are the things we must never speak of. These are the kinds of crimes perpetrated by the blind. So much for the life and times of a bankrupt megalomaniac, Not to mention the lows and the highs And the wherefores and whys of a crazy, drug-abuser's wife. These are the things the rollercoaster brings. These are the things about which sinners sing. The fear of losing loved ones; tears that freely flow from nowhere, The hopes that crash and burn; you wonder ... do they care?

The money in the bank; the lines upon one's face, The things we say and do when drunk; desire that's hard to place. The rubbish that we eat; the blood that stains our hands, The souls beneath our feet; the ruse within romance. These are the things we must never speak of. These are the kinds of lies that corrupt a healthy mind. So much for the life and times of a bankrupt megalomaniac, Not to mention the lows and the highs And the wherefores and whys of a pretty, freedom-hungry kite. The will that can't be summoned; an accidental birth, The thrill of discovering pleasure in depravity: a cure For becoming cursed. These are the things the rollercoaster brings. In my experience, they always win.

Copyright © Steve Rudd 2009

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