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Open Poetry #45

I am such a perfect boy.

N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet
Member

since 2009-07-30

Posts 360
New Orleans

0 posted 2009-09-25 12:00 PM

Hobble stones in the dark.
You walk left.
You walk right.
Step by step towards the tiny spark.
Click clack, click clack.
Only noise to break the silence.
Knife in your pocket- what a sinful tact.
Kiss the cross around your neck.
Hop the fence.
Bruised sky turns black.
White moon has come since.
Monsters, they hide and lurk.
Scared of a sinful mind.
For it might become berserk.
Keep your eyes closed.
So you may see.
Souls lingering above.
Forever to be,
Lost.
Such a lonely path.
Pain pouring from the pores of the deceased.
Many may call them lost, perhaps.
It was just the soul they released.
They are now free.
Forever to be,
Souls lingering above.
Empty shells walking this earth.
On hobble stones in the dark.
Make your way towards the tiny spark.
Be a guest of prosperity.
A guest of success.
Pray to the Gods above,
For forgiveness and for love.
Violence is the cousin of death,
Fear the cousin of Respect.
The fear of death would cause one to hold his breath.
The very thing that is the essence of life.
In the middle of such a beautiful fight
Such a endless strife.
Irony is such a bittersweet accomplishment.
May we slumber in the aftermath.
Of genocide.
Smiles on the faces of the eyes that hath lied.
May it only be
The Angels that cried.

"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." Oscar Wilde

GBride
Senior Member

since 2009-07-02

Posts 538

1 posted 2009-09-25 08:10 PM

Facinating!!!

larzana
Member

since 2009-09-17

Posts 55

2 posted 2009-09-27 01:56 PM

Very very nice. I enjoy this read so much.

Earth Angel
Member Empyrean

since 2002-08-27

Posts 40215
Realms of Light

3 posted 2009-09-27 02:42 PM

Now that is what I'd call an intriguing title ~ and the poem followed suit!

"Many may call them lost, perhaps.
It was just the soul they released.
They are now free.
Forever to be,"

"Make your way towards the tiny spark."
~ Go to the Light!

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