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Drug Trip (repost from Open #3)

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0 posted 03-26-2000 04:09 PM       View Profile for Alicat   Email Alicat   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Alicat

                                                   I  The stormy sea
           c  of mankind does
           a  drown in its own
           n  vomitous wretch
         pony The mother  screams
Metal  to  metal as               bolts    ac    at child  unhearing
clashing  arms   of              ross the plain    echoing   her   own
fire   shake    the            as tongues of fire    motherís     words.
molten       earth.          shred the sky, rending    The       innocence
Armored      saints         sinew, bone, and flesh in    of         children
salute       bloody         conglomerate   heaps   of    oftimes      angers
swords,      dipped          steamy carnage  through      patient      adults
in       phosphorus         clouds  of   translucent      engaged          in
laden  gore.  Souls          lights, shining meekly.      petty     squabbles
are  banished  from               Murderous      over      forgotten
mortal lands  proud               peals  split      youth.      Jealous
of their chivalrous               pious glass      are    the   mature
deeds.    Mountains              in holy altars      of    the      mind
peer out  into  the              to  righteous      of  a young  child.
sea,  giving  light           men   of  old      The    man    walks
to  games of death.             seeing, making      screaming      out,
  All  are  pawns  in  games of kings, erasing expendible expinditures.  All hail the king.
   Amen  say  the  soothsaying  seers  to  comfort  anger  and cushion their necks.  Secret    
daggers  plot  evil  plots  hatched from secret  minds.  Through the eyes of dragons see
the  murky  pitch  of  wretched  hearts.  Mangled  children  scream  in pain as the king
passes  on  stallion  white.  Trodding  none  too  softly  on pigeon toes, he laughs and
gives  them  pennies.  Yet  far  away  the young boys learn their games of war, thinking
it  but  a  game.  A  few  years more and they will learn of blood and pain, to give and
to  receive.  Horses  scream  and  men  cry  out  in defense of the olden edifice.  Oily
scum  streams  from  heated  cauldron  dumped  on  children  freed.  Pure  breeds gallop
with  bloodied  hooves  as  gallant men wipe gore encrusted swords.  The battle is over,
the  victory  won.  But  where  is  the  pony,  with child afoot, singing innocent songs
of  youth?  Look  yonder  in  pasture,  scorched  grass  abounds through hollow and fen,
through  marsh  and  wood  deep  and  thick.  But  search  for youth in tulgy forest and
you may find it, if you dare.  They  run  in field and plain, in wheat browned by sunlit
sky.  Through  them  on  mountains,  they  scream their threats and promises.  Hills and
vales offer their voices to create panic stricken cities and towns of bourgeois comfort,
docily  living  in  mayo  houses  and huts below a lonely castle.  Thus sayeth the Lord.
Amen, Amen.

Alicat the Persnikitty

 As I sit here dimly thinking
Watching modem lights a-blinking
Churning out poetic hash.
Lord, in all Your piety,
Help me keep my sanity:
Please don't let the modem crash! --Alicat

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When do you give lessons on this form? Incredible..I'm going back in for more of a read, but wanted you to know the visual effect is marvelous!! Pet the kitty!  
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