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gyiel marlok
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since 2003-06-08
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OHIO

0 posted 2003-06-13 07:31 PM


        

it's morning i've never seen a sky so torn
of course we've just stepped out the door
but this is too far from the norm...
a priceless recollection..designed to decrease
    dominating talons grasping elements
   born into psychoticness...i'm floating here
dwelling with a living elegy..
adonais for me.. i ride gargoyles to see the nights relief..
    cryptic fallicies,fallback on downtrodden
  catastrophes...
we won't weep..
ears wide shut...
hermes brings celestial artillery..
but what about your mom and dad..
have we lost fidelity....
fierce sparrows redeeem intention prolonging
repredictions..
incoherent...
we still walk prophetically on melting sidewalks
white and black skies...
intruding marauders galantly
steal her omens' soul..
somehow sovereign..
he reads an oracles palm
tells her about the footsteps tonight
about the broken glass...about the bloodstained curtains.. tearsoaked skin...
tales of ophidians newborn
throwing their feed into the open-hearth
pale ghosts spear entities..feast upon their throats
i challenged the griffins thought
i'm climbing...
she wants to be an alpha and omega..her vents are
closing...
she flies through the corridor
as the wind blows through the windows..
she meets a spirit who says
step where it'safe,listen where you can hear
see where you can believe...
locked doors will open if you percieve..
reasilient when something is burned into the souls cells,angels grey wings flies to the nimbus
they nodd as we sorrowly break days...
redlined sky cotton..
our genesis.brought out our war filled archaic
genders...
stone homes giant height..where some ghost roam
we're still talking..telling me about each curly lock had a pargraph to serenade...i'm tired of selfish graces..
echoes through cities..watching demons graze upon carrion..those of us who still carry on..
we crawl through the meadows...
once were beautiful...
now barren and infinitely saddening..
like the day i saw her yellow dress
they dissolved in books without words..
happyfaces deadpan..bloodless veins
augur,a straight tale teller..
do we dare drop in the chasm
just to fall into the abyss..
a dragon will be waiting...as there we get..
i scream,i cry...i pray,silently has i run into
armegeddon

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the_loner_23
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since 2002-06-08
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Jacksonville, Florida, USA
1 posted 2003-06-13 11:16 PM


Awesome poem.

Cold hands means a warm heart

passing shadows
Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
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displaced
2 posted 2003-06-14 05:10 AM


kinda cool
Artic Wind
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Realm of Supernatural
3 posted 2008-02-01 09:12 PM


very Much Enjoyed

ARCTIC WIND

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