Re: why the rage? what happened?

“How Can You Be So Hard?”


The light fairly glimmers,
and prances through the masters thought's.
To illuminate the shadowed prize's,
and guide them to rising flight.
Our pleasure in seeing such comforting structures,
to ease our loathsome struggles.
'Twas not concieved, to importune injury.
Although the damage, lo, fallen to serious misery.

The great crown of the sky gathers amongst the bliss,
and pilfers the laughter from the "Robber Barons" red ball risk.
Challenge of the indifferent,
to escape the snowdown reign of the sullen prowl.
Preening to the "Dream March" imminent.

Hard to believe that we are elite, (sans gilt.)
Soldier of the heart, our full face, we poor negligent damned.
Wiffed and padlocked in restricted gain.
Never in the power of Samaritan resolution and transcendence.
Edged to the cut and ripped this bland, coy prejudice.

Hard for you to believe, hard for you to see.
Clutching, wicked, hand. Saddled with this act.
Jezebel child and veiled against me.
Pontius Pilot as you wear your merchant tact.
You make your children slaves,
to shelter your fear, locked within hidden state.
Professional sarcophagus, pilloried high above in White.
Your gold-gilded profile, the sovereign sickle might.
To wrestle these shackled limbs, to submit.
To submit in frustration and devil stunned corruption fits.



Hard to believe, that you punish your supplicant’s.
Just for the cause of making you pillow softer.
Damn you for severing humanity from confidence.
The greatest pain will be you finding death,
in your very own thought’s.
If you cannot care for others, you steal the air from your own lungs.


Shiloh L. Augustine
8-10-2003

P.S. Sometimes you just have to stand when someone tries to take your heart and use it to level the table.