Your mother thinks it’s time
I taught you about the birds and the bees,
so here’s what I’ll say about that.
God knows it’s easy to envy birds,
seeing them flying so high and free.
But the truth is most of them live in constant fear
of being killed and eaten by bigger birds,
or cats, or some other creature.
And all that singing the Romantics talk about,
well, it’s really just them squawking in turf wars,
......
ALTHO' he has left me for greed o' the siller,
I dinna envy him the gains he can win;
I rather wad bear a' the lade o' my sorrow,
Than ever hae acted sae faithless to him.
xxx
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Amidst war's guilt, in solitude I tread,
Where envy's venom seeps into my core,
In shadows draped, I mourn the love that's dead,
And death's cold grip leaves me to weep once more.
From battles fought, I bear the scars of shame,
Isolation's chains encircle me tight,
Yet in your love, I find a flickering flame,
A beacon in the dark, dispelling night.
......
Envy, that greedy fiend within
The worlding's all-absorbing breast,
That most uncomfortable sin
That ever marred a mortal's rest,
Peace cannot dwell within the soul
That yields to its fell, dark control.
Why should I envy those whom earth
Has pampered, dandled on her knee,
Or those who, blest with richer birth,
......
Jealousy is not the portion of the unsuccessful alone;
even the prosperous are consumed with envy.
Jealousy is not the lot of the poor;
even the wealthy are corrupted with spite.
Jealousy is not the flaw of the worldly alone;
even the religious carry it behind sacred veils.
Jealousy is not the preserve of the unlearned;
......
The more you envy,
The better will I become,
It sounds strange although.
Your mother thinks it’s time
I taught you about the birds and the bees,
so here’s what I’ll say about that.
God knows it’s easy to envy birds,
seeing them flying so high and free.
But the truth is most of them live in constant fear
of being killed and eaten by bigger birds,
or cats, or some other creature.
And all that singing the Romantics talk about,
well, it’s really just them squawking in turf wars,
......
Amidst war's guilt, in solitude I tread,
Where envy's venom seeps into my core,
In shadows draped, I mourn the love that's dead,
And death's cold grip leaves me to weep once more.
From battles fought, I bear the scars of shame,
Isolation's chains encircle me tight,
Yet in your love, I find a flickering flame,
A beacon in the dark, dispelling night.
......
The stars
that showered
towards Shell’s roof,
The swish of soda can
Opening, fused–
Together. Engulfing the silence,
stillness,
seclude,
And then, Explodes.
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