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The Violinist
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The Violinist |
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Mad_Hatter Member
since 2003-06-29
Posts 393Canada |
I’ve seen you as you walk into the garden Watching as you crawl to your apple Crushing the after-flood-flowers Mouth dry, tongue cracked and broken The crystal leafs of the tree tantalize you You watch, remembering your death You’re a crippled reflection in their shine The roots of the tree rich with soil Your stench rots the bark off of the base Leaving once again, without your prize You crawl back into your river of tar You hold your gold so tightly in your palms Sweat of acid, melts your only friend You were promised something grand Instead they hung you from the tree; in the wind The voices told you so, as you played Your blood gushing violins The only thing left in the crevice of your neck Is a black, blue bruise, from long ago I’ve seen you as you walk into the garden Broken knee caps, drag beneath your tattered rags I see as you crawl to the apple, you cannot reach Left to suffer, in your vile paroxysms I’ve watched you, as the garden burned… |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...James |
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mysticpoe Senior Member
since 2003-02-28
Posts 883 |
Outstanding Mad_Hat, will be back for another read. mysticpoe |
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Mad_Hatter Member
since 2003-06-29
Posts 393Canada |
Thanks for the feedback guys, I really apreciate it. |
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