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Obelisk |
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Wren Member
since 2000-07-05
Posts 312 |
The dividing line Across the cruel red sky The tear begins Cleaving the horizon And killing the bleeding sky With furious black stone Violent dreams Of collecting the battered limbs Of a broken man Crimson soaked linen Wraps itself around my neck Asleep at the foot of this shadowed monument I feel her, Flooding my veins I know her.... Isis speaking: If only he knew..... I shall keep this dark jest to myself The missing part I said I could not find This most important nesessity Osiris's petty manhood..... I fed it to the cat meow! Note: I get in these man-hating moods sometimes....Sorry! This poem is a *um* different take on the Isis/Osiris ledgend....no offesnse to our dear poetic Isis.... Anyway...I'm going camping so I'll be away a bit.  |
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bubbles chan Junior Member
since 2000-08-08
Posts 17 |
sick, twisted, and very in tuned to egyptian lore, you got the true meanning of the obelisk great!!! Time and space are not constant, but floating around like the inside of a giant metaphysical lava lamp |
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