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[MrBishop]

Allright, I'll bite

Winter

Winter is a cold mistress,
her beauty hidden in the night.
Her daily presence brings most chills,
and colour to each cheek in sight.

It's not her language that offends,
and turns away the people's faces.
It’s just her brazen way of showing,
that she can put them in their places.

Her love is stifling in it's candour,
Much like a woman in great need.
Her grip on you is like a vice,
cold and hard, a bitter deed.

She's prone to tell you not to worry,
to stay inside in your own warm homes.
She’d rather be alone, than with you.
A chaste beauty living on her own.

To love her is a madman's calling,
It’s usage in its perfect form.
Each man and woman must fight her,
to enter in her chilling storm.

Their arms get chills when they embrace her
their lips grow cold with every kiss.
It's not that they desire torture,
for all they want is to bring her bliss.

Should they succeed in their endeavour,
to make her smile for just one moment.
Then all her anger will just vanish,
and all her chillness will be spent.

Soon she'll change her solemn colours,
to a verdant green of spring's delight.
Then she'll dance and sing from morning
until the last moments of the night.




deBish

The Truth

"The truth is overrated,"
the men in white say.
It lives with the rich,
while the poor die each day.
To dream of not doing
what others have done
and place blame on shouldres
of many, not one.

The judge says the truth,
is balanced and weighed
by laws that were written
by others in stead.
The truth is, the truth
is no more than lies
more cleverly hidden
like a well worn disguise.

In everyday life
the truth has no place
It helps hide contempt
too well seen on it's face
and innocence, a game
played well by the rich.
That's the truth now, my friend.
Ain't life a bitch

deBish