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kari Member
since 1999-10-03
Posts 104Hyde Park, Ut, USA |
When the man comes to till away the land And it's that time of year, When only a speckle of the moon Radiates across the land. Rocks tackle one another and occasionally drop To the ground echoing a crash across the passage Of a small sunken cave. A soul as muddy and thick As a sawmp near death. Darkness looming in an enchanted dream Always with the chance of defeat. And I, standing alone, and then sitting on a chair, and sulking in a pensive state of mind. I want to shatter this glass into a thousand pieces, so I don't have to stand up against the window. A frustration so extreme just because I can't face The reality of sin. I will wish upon my lighthouse, and pray upon my rock, and hope with all the obsession foaming from my heart... Because I care of my life. |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Past sins can be forgiven and usually are. With someone who cares so deeply, you'll soon be back on track. This poem was the first step... Brilliant hon  Isis *War produces one thing - Cemetaries. And in cemetaries there are no enemies!* ~Isis~~Sovereign of the Spirit. |
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mystic requiem Member
since 2001-01-26
Posts 144 |
*stands and applauds you* A poem of quality. I was captivated! More of this please!!! *S*   |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
Great work. I saw lot out of your poetry. Keep up the good work. Ronil (The sweet sound of summer sends serenity through my soul searching for that evermore solitude.) |
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