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Open Poetry #36

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The Jackal
Member

since 1999-08-13

Posts 426
Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A

0 posted 2005-08-22 07:42 AM

You’ve been sleeping in your money again
I can see the folded faded outline on your cheeks
I tried to rouse you with water
Poured down your wooden back
Yet you refused to wake or show yourself
Your limitless gift the shame in its wake
Oh My hidden host how I once envied you

Everyone thinks my actions are oh so funny
Son don’t you know he’s never coming back
Do a little dance for that money
Make sure your stepping in the shoes of the empty
You’ll find the beauty in not coming back

There’s a certain kind of madness here
That craves a certain kind of audience
Do your little song and dance
on broken egg shells and failed romance

Preaching to the choir
Is
Sound
Therapy
Without the need of a bill

Convince me that’s it’s not worth coming back
I am caught in the wave of your will

The Mongrel cat came home, Holding half a head proceeded to show it off to all his new found friends

Mysteria

Member Laureate

since 2001-03-07

Posts 18328
British Columbia, Canada

1 posted 2005-08-22 12:53 PM

I thought this was just fantastic! I loved the last two lines, and wouldn't it be nice if it could happen in real life?

Convince me that’s it’s not worth coming back
I am caught in the wave of your will

Midnitesun

Member Empyrean

since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

2 posted 2005-08-22 04:50 PM

"Preaching to the choir
Is
Sound
Therapy
Without the need of a bill "

a great POV
and it didn't cost me but a moment of time
to enjoy it

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