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D.Lester Young
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since 2001-12-08

Posts 1219
Austin, Tx

0 posted 2002-05-14 05:25 AM

The storms approaches
Upturns and downdrafts
Shearing the silence

In thundering rolls
Attesting the forces of fright
Piercing of electrified terror

Shrieking arms of devastation
Crackling into tree trunks
Splintering them into toothpicks
Sending limbs whirling in space

Howling winds of demons advance
Whiling tempest of banshee spirits
Sends the ghosts packing to awakened graves

Dogmatic principles cause no alarms
In superficial fortresses of solid stone
Palaces of whatnots on borrowed time

The ground quakes its roaring triumph
As wills shiver in pure panic
Tumultuous clouds spiral in columns of horns
To spear the ground as if toiling the ground

The first conquest sends the rock spiraling
Into the heavens as if a comet
To crash into a new universe of sand

Clawing its nails deeper than possible
The breach the land in dancing stokes
Gashing natures flesh into peelings

As the skeletal remains litter perfection
What demon has so much power
That it swallows whole the history of dreams
To leave a compost of olfactory stenches
Regurgitating in pools of memories

But the worst is not over
For the wall advances
Bulldozing as if an advancing army
To leave nothing standing

Decapitated dolls attest to the human toll
Whose pain had been sucked out of them
To be left as rag dolls praying

With never ending force rising
The heavens open up to snatch its prey
In such a sudden summation

The silence shocks the existing nerves
Sending quakes spiraling within
In uncontrolled shock of petrifaction

From the terror within
The now gentle breeze
Smiles in its innocence

As clouds now caress the skies
But the static still clings to stagnant air

As the surviving debris of a coffin
Throws open its door to a flattened land
As heads start to poke out of their graves

As even the undead now know
How lucky they were

Email me if you want a critique on or off line at davelyoung1@hotmail.com
D.Lester Young (05/14/02)
Tuscaloosa, AL
Copyright © D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry) http://www.authorsden.com/visit/author.asp?AuthorID=5012

nakdthoughts
Member Laureate

since 2000-10-29

Posts 19200
Between the Lines

1 posted 2002-05-14 06:17 AM

hmmm the way it has been storming around here this week..I could feel it in your words...could be taken many ways..a lot of thought went into this one.
Thank You
M

DestinysCharm
Member

since 2000-04-28

Posts 90

2 posted 2002-05-14 05:08 PM

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