{"id":66,"date":"1984-10-27T21:09:56","date_gmt":"1984-10-28T04:09:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/amigotico.com\/steve\/poetryblog\/?p=66"},"modified":"2011-05-22T00:17:16","modified_gmt":"2011-05-22T07:17:16","slug":"lucky-victims","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/1984\/10\/27\/lucky-victims\/","title":{"rendered":"Lucky Victims"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It is written in words,<br \/>\nThough words can&#8217;t express,<br \/>\nAnd they blare and they<br \/>\nWash our minds;<br \/>\nDescribing that<br \/>\nWhich defies description,<br \/>\nThat can tear and<br \/>\nTorment a life.<br \/>\nWhat can drive a man<br \/>\nTo his own destruction?<br \/>\nWhat can raise a man<br \/>\nTo his own elation?<br \/>\nWhat can cause more<br \/>\nTears than pain?<br \/>\nThat bonding force<br \/>\nWhich tears apart<br \/>\nIts lucky victims:<br \/>\nAnd they think that<br \/>\nWords are enough.<\/p>\n<p>Peculiar as it is<br \/>\nTo this species of ours,<br \/>\nMost fail to find this perfection:<br \/>\nThe perfect disease<br \/>\nOf mind, heart and soul;<br \/>\nThe perfect state<br \/>\nWhich starts with two victims.<br \/>\nAnd when that two is halved,<br \/>\nStill there are two<br \/>\nWho are one.<\/p>\n<p>Be it dream or nightmare,<br \/>\nThis model we chase<br \/>\nIs a model for<br \/>\nThe conjunction of souls:<br \/>\nWhen two becomes all,<br \/>\nWhile one remains one,<br \/>\nNo model shall be sought<br \/>\nNor feelings to be fought.<\/p>\n<p>Letting what we live for<br \/>\nBe our driving, rending force:<\/p>\n<p>Victims, only, feel<br \/>\nEvery bit of the pain.<\/p>\n<p>Still words don&#8217;t . . .<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It is written in words,<br \/> Though words can&#8217;t express,<br \/> And they blare and they<br \/> Wash our minds;<br \/> Describing that<br \/> Which defies description,<br \/> That can tear and<br \/> Torment a life.<br \/> What can drive a man<br \/> To his own destruction?<br \/> What can raise a man<br \/> To his own elation?<br \/> What [&#8230;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-66","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=66"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":753,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66\/revisions\/753"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=66"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=66"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=66"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}