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Ballad of a Rachmaninov
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Ballad of a Rachmaninov |
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TaureauRouge Junior Member
since 2002-06-01
Posts 26A mass of land between two oceans |
Rat’s Feet A deserted Siberian Cactus Land This is the dead land and sergei; alone is departed in the eggshells White melting wax entranced white womb of the eye is fertile, she desperate actions for her pianists writing odes and bank notes to a prostitute’s air cut the nostril and hung itself on the frontal lobes pressing, waiting for the electric fuzz to begin strike the ivory there's the spark O! Me only I am O! ah, all greeny dewy stars stars falling bleeding into the air making unsure love of beauty only to himself caressing the sin on earth. On dead kings they danced Fear not, The mortician comes shortly sergei; alone hums to himself the perfect corpse Two walls and between them; nothing Ah, there it is Void his music sheets are abandoned houses On the deserted Siberia Dead kings make their procession waiting for Minos’ tail and sergei; alone watches the names he knows sergei knows Prometheus Prometheus knows the world The Bread lines continue and sergei; alone watches the names he knows marching over broken glass. ----------------------------------- This was originally going to be a series but I decided to salvage the best lines and combine them instead. Sergei Rachmaninov is a Russian born pianist and composer around the early 1900s. "I should have been a pair of ragged claws/ Scuttling over the floors of silent seas"-T.S. Eliot |
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Brad Majors 
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
This just Awesome. Wow! |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Very intense! Eric |
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