Open Poetry #12 |
Unwrapped Benevolence |
jeremydraul Senior Member
since 2000-08-01
Posts 1118State of Despair |
'Unwrapped Benevolence' Candlestick poles fall in file, waving their golden hair Stationed along the crackling bare pavement. I perform a saunter, in my depressionated despair And wine filled stars hold me to enslavement. Cliché patterned houses, bathe in white lacy snow And mailboxes full of responsibility dispense laughter. Where I end is skeptical, but my feet will gingerly go As I embark upon Memory Lane of before and after. Keep enduring I do, But I will thirstily stretch for a code And assign every street a footprint of prevalence. Momentous fragments of me, shape the uncouth roads Leaving the night a memory of my benevolence. For I gave Night a confidant, and a ear to fully listen And our infiniticious passions will grow together. I teeter-totter into the charcoals, Mr. Night behind in glisten Back to origin I go to rid me of this rainy weather… Jeremy D. Raulinaitis Life is fading me away, far away, but I’m sketching myself back, line by line, mark by mark. [This message has been edited by jeremydraul (edited 02-13-2001).] |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
And mailboxes full of responsibility For I gave Night a confidant, and a ear to fully listen so many good lines here...*s ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". ...Pope John Paul II |
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