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You are Dead.
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You are Dead. |
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gremlin Junior Member
since 2001-04-18
Posts 25NY, USA |
I am on the run, through heavy smoke Your eyes blind the laughing joke And by the end your mask is off In clear water i see Devils love God making babies on the side Screams for meaning light And dying Angel gargels blood The is no winner in this fight You run so fast to earn your dime Before you realize the time is gone Watch the sand run out of breath Whose time to go, your guess? Now play with words - die, by, the time, more, for, your, God, you, fight, his, might Your guess was right Still you are in this fight Now read my lips - of, more, The Jesus, dead, Bible, read, need, crying, baby, feed I've done my deed I've killed now My soul has freed the need Hello I am Freeing-Stan, now that we met Boom-BEM! And you are dead. 04/19/2001 Enjoy, and let me know what you think. Stan p.s. Sorry if this poem offends anyone, i mean no harm to anybody or anyone, this is just a poem about fight within myslef. No there aren't any hidden messages here, maybe. If you wounder about hidden message, then don't do it. Do yourself instead. If you see it, keep it to yourself, because its your mind playing tricks on you. Be happy thats what this poem says. Dream of peace and you just might get it. Its my philosophy. Anyway thanks to those people who take time to read my poems, Let me know if you want find out more stanskob@yahoo.com Peace and love to everybody, Stan. [This message has been edited by gremlin (edited 04-19-2001).] |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
This one puzzles me---your statement is beyond me, I fear. But you did evoke a frantic feeling in me--sometimes I too feel like it's all for nothing. My heart was racing trying to keep up the pace here. Thanks for sharing, now excuse me while I go look for a valium!  |
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Embers_Before_God Member
since 2001-03-06
Posts 101USA |
The last line of the third stanza, do you mean "Whose?" and I like my poetry dark, so I enjoyed this one quite a bit, but I feel it would be complete without the "Hello I am freeing-Stan" stanza . . . Embers Dance with me under the moon. Touch my pale skin. Devour me. Love me. |
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gremlin Junior Member
since 2001-04-18
Posts 25NY, USA |
hehe yeah thats what i meant, i don't read my poetry twice, once i write it then forget it. I thought the last stanza was the best part of the poem, maybe not. Its kind of black humor. Glad you enjoyed that. Peace and Love to all. Stan. |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
Time slows for no man nor woman, but we can step back and enjoy our own pace. Freedom comes with a price, though one I gladly pay. "I am not now that which I have been." |
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