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Something for "I haven't come back to write it" |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
A mind demanded love. It ripped my guts taking blood, throwing my soul held with essence dripping bleeding a sun across the visage of a world I didn't know. Flourishing in dreams, I echo'd a vision inside my stomach as she asked, why the hell do I get you? Get out of my gut then! Nice and warm in here! What the tree are you? Why don't I get a woman blasting, screaming, crying, demanding, through my skull? Look into the sky, I like to sunbath. Find me! I like my shirt open! Do you like frequent stops? I have to get back to the village, I am danced! You are dancing with a hawk now, you don't have ideas, you don't have memories, you don't have life, you dance with a hawk and dance you will. A sky of blue, green stoney ground dried to foot marks, burnt tuffs of grass, burnt in memory of a light private place. What better place caressed a feeling. I thought you were born somewhere else! I am "The Hawk" and you are nothing but an image of something. I told you I like the sun and you haven't said who you want to see. You are in my gut and you are telling me to introduce people to you? How do I introduce you? Pardon me, my gut wants a word! I danced the nose and wrist, who the hell are you to force me to betray? Do you understand, what you are asking me to do for something that doesn't exist, beyond my imagination and this - I need outside! Nice to know you are learning! Learning what? That you can force me out, if I dont agree! You can not dominate for ever. I dominate for as long as it takes you to understand. |
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