Eloquent

I want to write something vicious and eloquent
about how circumstances
and outside influences can really get under my skin
and piss me off to no end.

I want to write something beautiful, but I guess I'll just write this
cause (here comes that word again) sometimes life is full of piss.

I am. and all this stuff is on the outside.
It can't change me within
But sometimes it won't stop 'till it's got under my skin.

Crappy circumstances
Make want to take the chances
I've to afraid to undertake.
I throw up my arms
and say, what's the harm?
It can't get any worse than it is.

It just confuses the hell out of me
Is this world so damn bad
that it can't take the good in me?
I do everything right, take time for myself
I pull it together
And She blows it away.

Destructive mother? Furies free?
is this work your doing?
Or are you fighting
hard as I
to be the partriarch's undoing?

And I try to see clearly
through the sand in my eyes
And I clean it out daily
and daily they try
to cloud my right vision
to tie up my head
to shatter my spirit
and leave me for dead.







It just confuses the hell out of me
Is this world so damn bad
that it can't take the life in me?
I seek inner harmony, try to spread it around.
Lay it down at the end of the day.
And He just blows it away.

And He blows it up
blows it out
blows and blows and blows it away.

So there's nothing I can do
But take my joy where I find it
Stand where She can find me
I can love when I feel it
Open and heal it
Not let them take me away.
No, nevermore, never nevermore
Nevermore will they take me away.

-By Laura L. Link

Copyright 1995, 2002, Laura L. Link
October 12, 1995