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ma miller Senior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 806 |
the Millennial Harbinger ... charging toil runs its rampant race as the garbage piles high and while no one can tell you why time sharpens its teeth on my very existence smarter as you go some say and time still marches to its macabre rhythm while the bones of the dead still are still and their blood boils no more fiction blurs into fact and no one can, will or wants to confess truth as the almighty savior of our times while the hands spin faster towards the end return today to the Millennial Harbinger's call of wild times to come while the sun bursts its flamed winds upon the Earth and darkness shall never return a thousand thousands upon many more dwell forever on the rock of life while time finally dies its lonely last tick and leaves us alone M.A. Miller 08.29.00 My calling before me, let quill be my offering; For to be called poet, no greater gift to receive. M.A. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
This work is quite profoundly metaphorical, MA... I particularly like "time sharpens its teeth on my very existence"... Nice job..  |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
Mark...I have missed the strength and the power of your words my friend...they carry me places I might never have traveled before |
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ma miller Senior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 806 |
Thanks for reading Nan and Paula ... a weird piece, but i'm in a weird place right now ... |
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