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Open Poetry #39

Patricks Words.

themute
Member

since 2006-05-08

Posts 469
Maryland

0 posted 2006-12-26 09:31 PM

I have driven my clothed chariot to the fourth corner bell.
The scenery sounds and bolder-falling perceptions
Carry me to the clicks and clanks of life’s will.
Outward, forward, love-ward, truth-ward; I am willed.
I have become a tuned control of coldness
And lack luster loves—Tarnished in sin and the pursuit
Of what need be spontaneous in the first place.
Pooled in seas of tepid lifeblood; swimming swiftly
To the ends of the earth where the sky becomes the sea.
To the ends of the earth where dreams may come.
To the ends of the earth where thoughts become stone prisons.
To the ends of the earth where my name ends its journey.
I am the result of reality's will to be existed upon.

I am the two-toed wanderer

Roniece Dawson-Bruce
Member Ascendant

since 2000-01-29

Posts 5689
Sydney, Australia

1 posted 2006-12-27 05:40 AM

good writing here Matthew... RDB

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