Joyce Rugg Poems

Voices whisper, promising sweet sleep
I look, but see nothing in the deep
Nothing different from where I am now
The only change, it doesn’t bow
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Spare me your lies
And your transparent tears 
You grieve not your crimes,
You've lost track of your sins
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You're chasing immortality,
But it's not in fleeting fame,
Nor in works of art
As we forget the masters' names
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My eyes are open, but everything's blurred
I hear the screams, but can't believe they're mine
See the blood and bruises, but feel nothing
Everything once familiar now twisted, strange
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They claim their halos
But deny the horns below
Adorned with bats' dark wings
Yet claiming the right of seraphim
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Human weaklings now walk
Where dinosaurs once tread
Now an outline in chalk
Their reign long-since dead
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Hiding in ancient excuses
We justify our fallacy
An undeserved arrogance
That we call supremacy
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A phantom affection, a thing of the past
What you care for, made of glass
Living a pathetic, poisoned, parody,
Your love, a screaming melody
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cement your thoughts
inked words from a trembling hand
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happiness can't be bought
But everything else is for sale 
Oppression, misery, even death
For the right price, it's all yours
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