Open Poetry #9 |
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Of Being a Warrior in Time-Part Three |
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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
Capture "I demand my soul" she spouted in profanity flinging high morals at me that wander around this room. "I demand my soul" she clamoured at surfaces cleansed with bright saffires that made the room lament. I found her clinging to life as a fly would like a home with slight pressure here and there I stole the rest of her wicked soul. She thinks upon steady things then uses her wisdom to inflict a charge of anger into victims that lay emotionless and spent. She tried this heartless and precise degree to capture my hearts content but what heart lay beneath lay black from my battles spent. Now angry at the post confussion she bekons me to find her peace fear nothing, I keep it safe to let her roam in eternity. |
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Marina Member Elite
since 2000-02-10
Posts 2245Pickering, Ontario |
I really like this series that you have put together Michael. Very intrigueing and thought provoking. Marina It is a blessing to have wings for words, and passion in pen Marina Crossley |
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