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untitled poem of length |
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desperado Member
since 1999-05-24
Posts 312FT Hood,Tx 
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I am a waterfall Beautiful Powerful Inspiring And self-destructive For as a waterfall whittles away at it’s existence I do the same through words and arrogance Destroying the beauty inside me like a nuclear blast Radiating evil and death to those who stand near Yet the course is not mine to choose I am a lion in a steel cage Freedom is a dream to me My body burns with desire to run To hide within myself like a rolley polly Wait for my fear to subdue itself Resignation fills my meager voice Nothing matters much anymore to me Half stories and misworded facts cloud my head No one seems to talk to me about it all Silence becomes a pestilence upon their lips One word answers with heavy sarcasm Cold shoulder for an even colder reality Some things just go hand in hand A bag of apples A bushel of oranges A gaggle of bananas Separate they are boring Together it becomes a treasure trove An Arabian bazaar Antiquities and rarities the world around They can be yours if you pay the price Sell yourself or give something nice But it would never be yours A friend must be earned not given A sorrowful song is sung for a bought friend’s death Dances and joy are found where one was earned When I die, tears of joy will fall No tears of despair or loss I will live in death as I died in life With a smile and a laugh, a sparkle in my eye A firm handshake and an open heart To hate is a waste of love And evil attacks itself Like a rattler biting it’s tail Injecting itself with poisonous venom Dying a slow agonizing death As it’s defense becomes its weakness So now I am a waterfall As well as a snake Half way done I’m on a roll Can’t stop now I’ve lost control Words pour out Like a raging inferno Some coherent, Others remnants of sterno Faster they come till the world spins on edge Fingers are slipping from grasping the ledge Below me lies a bottomless vault How this was opened couldn’t be my fault Secret desires play in my mind A showcase of perversions to lustily bind A turbulent windfall of im’nent disaster A violent cascade that few could master Destructive Constructive Beginning anew Reportion Contortion We cannot subdue Smile Defile Confuse with the truth Hearken Darken A kiss in a booth On and on The words never cease A folded paper An eternal crease Shadowed beginnings that no one can see Locked up forever, The hurt inside me Dancing Romancing A whimsical view Pushing Shoving With nothing to do Explosive Corrosive A shadow too dark Presenting Resenting A spiteful remark Lying Sighing A forgotten tear Believing Conceiving A terrible fear Unknowing Not showing A secret to spill Re-planning Demanding A person to kill Subjective Defective Just leave me alone Conclusive Elusive I will not condone Deceitful Conceitful Lonesome I sit Remembring Forgiving I wallow in shit Reprisal Survival Nothing I need Forbidden Or smitten No words I heed Ignoring I’m snoring Pretending to sleep But shake me Or wake me And soon I weep Believer Deceiver These you shall be A lose and user Nothing is free A sinner Beginner Let go my hand Forever Or never Please make a stand Restricted Descented Lower your mind Eternal Infernal Sleep you shall find Forgotten Begotten Filled by your dread No screaming All dreaming Silence instead Just shaking And breaking Pain you can feel With crying And dying All things are real Undo me Break through me You make the choice Just sign here Control fear Speak with your voice See today Free to play Stand upon the shore Masterpiece Fold the crease So you love no more Turn and go Never know Tears are in my eye Slow it down Change the sound Let the rhyme scheme die Slowly I will die away As my words become old and senile No one will listen as I tear myself apart Breaking down into grains of self-destructive sand Swept away by an underlying current I am a snake and a waterfall A vision of power, death, and beauty Something to be feared and tamed Soon I will become broken, Used and abused like so many others before me Then neglected, Soon rejected And left alone, Poisoned by those that once loved me Soon forgotten amongst the driftwood A tree trunk in a maze of brambles Rotting away both outside and in Until my death comes Not in agony or pain But with grim acceptance A time comes when all things die Some complain Some accept Some question the logistics And others become crushed Yet my death will be at the hands of the master He will make me into a celebrant’s table Where joy and laughter dwell I will not be ashamed of who I was Nothing can change what made me No wishing or dreaming can persuade fate What is meant to be will be Only what you do today can change that fact Tomorrow don’t make a bit of damn The choice is yours alone to make Streams of sorrow Rivers of rage Ponds of pity Lakes of laughter Any of these can rule your day But as for me I will return To the things, of which I’m known So sit down and listen to my heart Close your eyes and feel my tears As they fall from your face While the sound of my spirit Grabs yours and tears it in two As your drops of sorrow and pain Fall from my face Yet since nothing I have said here makes sense I shall let them fall They shall be worth more to the ground That I shall ever know And it’s best to keep it that way |
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Genea Member
since 1999-06-15
Posts 321USA |
Found this in the archives and am blowing the dust off it....i think folks overlooked it because of the title.....yes, it is long, BUT......verrrrrrrry cool the way the words 'tumble' down the page....like a waterfall. Nicely done. |
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Masked Intruder
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Senior Member
since 1999-05-23
Posts 1231Near golden sunsets |
And I still can't believe he hasn't titled it. *Grins* Love it still. ------------------ Even with a lot of imagination, does it make the story less true? |
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