Passions in Prose |
Lost In A trance |
walter l. jones New Member
since 2007-10-26
Posts 4Wisconsin USA |
Death and dreams blend into fire of reaching hope Hole in the ground Takes But never gives Back a soul consumed Fancy is making man of death hunger A sleep upon pyre of hates bleeding No place in wind coming Embers light in palette On a fire of souls Left burden Said done Last fade truth Faces Life Death and dreams blend into fire of reaching hope Hole in the ground Takes But never gives Back a soul consumed Hunger death of man making is fancy Bleeding hate of pyre upon sleep Coming wind in place no Palette in light embers Souls of fire on Done said Fade last Truth Faces Life Death and dreams blend into fire of reaching hope Hole in the ground Takes But never gives Back a soul consumed Life Faces truth Last fade Said done Left burden On fire of souls Embers light in palette No place in wind coming sleep upon pyre of hate bleeding Fancy is making man of death hunger Death and dreams blend into fire of reaching hope Hole in the ground Takes But never gives Back a soul consumed Life Faces Truth Fade last Done said Souls of fire on Palette in light embers Coming wind in place no Bleeding hate of pyre upon sleep Hunger death of man making is fancy As the poet lives so does he die In words repeated On the marker On his Tomb beating |
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Verg Member
since 2007-10-25
Posts 52Colorado |
Please read my poem in the Dark Poetry #4 section it's called Flames. |
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