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A Better End
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A Better End |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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A Better End A thought forbid, forgotten well hid A bane that laid and pickled my brain A grid of rage that lived in my ID Caused me to change from Abel to Cain. Triggered by the drip of acid rain A blast of ire exploding the blight Burned by a fuse that fired insane Lighting a blaze that lit up the night. A wick that set deep in its tallow Woke up my demons, dragons of fright Uncovered the mirrors of shallow Showed me my fangs and teeth that will bite. It once more showed me my feet of clay That I thought out the mire of scorn Once more covered the green of my way There seems no end to being reborn. I know each flower has bloom and blend But yet to figure each subtle end |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Dark, stark, leaving it's mark and breathing a quark of mad.... Well done Sir! |
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SEA 
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
wow Seymour..... this is fantastic!! "A wick that set deep in its tallow Woke up my demons, dragons of fright Uncovered the mirrors of shallow Showed me my fangs and teeth that will bite." very cool....  |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Sea, Thank you for the like and boost. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Sy: You choose words that demonstrate a feeling, you put them together in that sy way, then leave me with my wow. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Triggered by the drip of acid rain A blast of ire exploding the blight Burned by a fuse that fired insane Lighting a blaze that lit up the night. A wick that set deep in its tallow Woke up my demons, dragons of fright Uncovered the mirrors of shallow Showed me my fangs and teeth that will bite. It once more showed me my feet of clay That I thought out the mire of scorn Once more covered the green of my way There seems no end to being reborn. I know each flower has bloom and blend But yet to figure each subtle end ============================= I personally love the tracks your feet of clay leave all over these blue pages.. you and Randy...  you have some really COOL images here Sy-babes... and I love the edge this one has too it... me thinks Randys been having chips and beer before bed again *L* or too much catnip *winkiewinkie*  mewont you sing me your poetry |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Wow, awesome imagery. I much enjoyed this one. It was kind of like being taken along on a scary sort of ride that ended pleasantly. Hope that makes sense! All writing comes |
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