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Maybe just turn another page |
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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
All around the lights go out Suspended in the single moment What i was what i became A mystery inside reality Are you really out there My Ghost needs substance Why do we need this now it has happened We who are worlds apart We the lonely the dispossesed Now can we be alone out in the spaces between the darkness Here i am deaf a thousand ideas drowned out by the screams Voices proclaim Freedom in steel Yet the mind remains trapped in essence leave me now down here in my darkness a souls torment i wish the peace of the dead with which to think Vanguard of the New Movement Behind his polished cedar desk, surrounded by his phones, Sits Blazer Dyke(The yachting type), The vanguard of the clones. The Archetype, The number one,The vanguard of the clones. Crossing over busy street, where noisy traffic drones, Walks Blazer Dyke (without a bike), The vanguard of the clones. The autocrat, The ectomorph, The vanguard of the clones. He strides across the cobbled yard, Where pawn shops offer loans, That Blazer Dyke (Whom i dislike), The vanguard of the clones. The cannibal, The parasite, The vanguard of the clones. He passes through the wicket gate, To churhyards full of bones, That Blazer Dyke (on a midnight hike), The vanguard of the clones. The necrophile, The narcissist, The coprophage, The sybarite, The telepath, The Anti-Christ, The vanguard of the clones. Robert Rankin (The Dance of the Voodoo Handbag) |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
What i was what i became A mystery inside reality Are you really out there My Ghost needs substance Why do we need this now it has happened We who are worlds apart We the lonely the dispossesed Now can we be alone out in the spaces between the darkness Here i am deaf a thousand ideas drowned out by the screams -------- leave me now down here in my darkness a souls torment i wish the peace of the dead with which to think ---------------- much emotion in this darkly strong piece walter ... Im looking hard for that light, yes sometimes the voices do make us wish for silence in our minds... one good thing about being a poet ... we can always write ourselves another page... pleased to see a post from you ... (did I give you a choice) *smile* thank you  take care my poetic friend jm baby dont you work so hard for this prize you've found, it will all be gone-when you turn around, cause nothing lasts forever anyway. Rick Roberts |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
all around the lights go down ... still I see you in the dark not a ghost, nor a shadow ... a poet ... whose words create a spark words to express the sorrow ... verse to express the pain Poets words are like whispers ... by poets pen, your voice to reclaim find your comfort in the silence ... find solace in the night turn the page on tomorrow ... follow your poets heart in to the light jm |
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Jeremiah Johnson Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 1223Brooksville, Fl, U.S |
so true words i love how you put this so. great expression love it. keep it up. and hey look at my signature. it kind of relates. I'm a dying romantic and when i can no longer write i can no longer live -Jeremiah Johnson- |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Wonderful expression Walter and all readers can capture a glimpse of themselves in this.. Bravo again!!  I'll tell you this...... No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn..... ~Isis~ (Goddess - Sovereign of the Spirit) |
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