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Based on Thoreau's quote ''Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.'' i wrote three poems that work as one.

Submitted:Mar 16, 2013    Reads: 14    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

H.D. Thoreau

Love does not fulfill me.
Fame does not complete me.
Money does not comfort me.
All i ever cared for is truth.
All i ever longed for is the curiosity that drives a mad man,
into a hole as deep and endless as death itself.

Take your jacket and its blue buttons.
The feathers from an eagle.
The town-drunk's paperbagged bourbon.
The tears from a crocodile,
in a bottle made of gold.
Poison the water, in the town's well
and serve it, as the reverend serves Jesus' soul
on a Sunday morning.
Scratch the eyes of a blind man
and replace them with diamonds.
Give flowers to an assassin,
but be careful of the bomb,
as he is of no trust to
people like you.

The road is long, but the gas tank is full.
All you have to do is surrender.
Put the gear shift on first and let me press on the gas.
Don't worry.
I already removed the breaks last night.
Oh the sleep you had.
I entered your soul, that's what i did.
Now drive.


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