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Revolution |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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“Only through new words Might new worlds Be called Into order” Saul Williams No more cheeks glazed with raindrops, no more roses with thorns-- Only through new words might new worlds be called into order. I speak of the cracks in the pavement, out of which nothing is born, Not of the green meadows and valleys worn out by immortals. I speak of a landscape that is neither barren nor devoid of feelings, I speak of a garden hidden from sight of the diligent muses. I will play the flute on the rusty drainpipes of the nearby buildings Until lifeless tree trunks grow ears to discern its music. Listen! This is a call to bare arms for the sake of a new revolution. This is a call to bare layers of burdens until hearts are laid bare! This is a call to hand over overused metaphors to executioners, -- A penny for a thought until there’s plenty of change to spare. This is a call for a change of movement, for a change of rhythm, A call to turn turntables over and use them as drums for the beat... A call for the heartbeat to cover the everyday skyline with ripples, And to rip out the clouds that continue to cling to our feet. Check out my poetry here: http://www.unknownpoets.com/db/authors/master [This message has been edited by Master (11-10-2003 02:32 AM).] |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Master~ Always, always ... you give us such a creative read~ I think this is wonderfully layered~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
this was tremendously written...enjoyed |
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