Dark Poetry #3 |
Dry Bread Discarded |
SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
Dry Bread Discarded Only over breakfast have we spoken of the spill. Release it's disease, it's so alive yet,... it was the death penalty all over again. It was love on the cover of today's paper. Spoiled! - It’s rotten! Gigantic waves of face - around the globe, yeah, in 90 days(or less) I could have made it somehow. I lived through this transition and the last. I could spell a thousand words with letters, overused - overexposed. I could write - in cursive. I could dance with my creations. I could bare the essentials - in lyric, or speak in cashmere tongue. But instead, I sit across from death,... in skin, so the same it seems. To tip your hat on half a day or tango with the queen. I tried - to wash, to purge the stains remaining. I tried to taste the morning, mouth sticky tired with sleep, across from death,...in skin, and dry bread - discarded. [This message has been edited by SpitFire (edited 01-15-2001).] |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Me like...me like... EXCELLENT again SF...you're one of my favs you know... K |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Wow, quite stunning, as you have summed up the peculiar situation we so often face. Great write. Be happy. Sandra |
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insect Senior Member
since 2000-04-22
Posts 1014 |
Love your Fire Fire! |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
You have a great punch kid. love you Joel. I howl a mournful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
discarded... caught this one somehow... and thought i'd bring it back up... half the time i don't have a clue where you're going, but i love how you get there. peace n' hugs C |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I could bare the essentials - in lyric, or speak in cashmere tongue. But instead, I sit across from death,... in skin, so the same it seems. Loved those lines, loved them! ~* Tell someone in your family that you love them today *~ |
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