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Parade for a Fool
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Parade for a Fool |
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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
The summer sun washed upon my skin letting all my fears go away on their own The sand that pushed against my sin left me in the hollow road Can't you hear them the fallen angels scream can't you hear them the ones that call to me. The summer night that fell on my soul tearing at my life while love was in control The lonely bed we slept to catch ourselves from breathing another chance we watched all go to hell Can't you hear them the fallen angels scream for my final breath to come so they can finally see Can't you hear them the ones who call to me all dressed in their best to make a fool of me. |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
I like how this reads but I really don't understand it. Perhaps it's a picasso. |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
quote: I hear them every day. . . and they're still calling. . . superb writing. . . ------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Charisma
since 2000-09-30
Posts 5906lost in blue pages |
.....can hear them...enjoyed reading it. Charisma |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Michael, I always enjoy your writing. There are always solutions to problems. Try to write some out who knows one might work. Sy |
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walker Member Elite
since 2001-02-11
Posts 2240Florida |
We have to watch our backs when we're in love. It can be our worse nightmare. But it hurts sooooo good! Great poem! |
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Marina Member Elite
since 2000-02-10
Posts 2245Pickering, Ontario |
Alot of insight in this piece. I like this one very much. But isn't a fool only fool if they do not learn from their mistakes?? I think you have learned your lessons well, this poem just proves it.  Your wheels are always turning when it comes to love...Marina It is a blessing to have wings for words, and passion in pen Marina Crossley |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
The sand that pushed against my sin left me in the hollow road Can't you hear them the fallen angels scream can't you hear them the ones that call to me. The summer night that fell on my soul tearing at my life while love was in control The lonely bed we slept to catch ourselves from breathing another chance we watched all go to hell ================ your poetic depth never ceases to amaze me.. not a fool ... a poet of grace. take care gentle poet of the wind  jm Where the touch of the lover ends And the soul of the friend begins There's a need to be separate and a need to be one And a struggle neither wins |
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