Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

They Scattered the Ashes

they scattered the ashes back when he smoked
the cigaret butts were bent and all broke
nothing to burn, nothing to toke
they scattered the ashes back when he smoked

they scattered his ashes by the light of the past
the storms of those times would come really fast
nowhere to run, the dark is so vast
they scattered his ashes by the light of the past

they posted his bail and then set him free
his chains were undone, his eyes on the sea
lost in the ocean, the best place to be
they posted his bail and then set him free

a life is elusive, it cannot be caught
it wriggles and dodges and will not be bought
it must be lived, not enough to be taught
a life is elusive, it cannot be caught



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