Open Poetry #29 |
A Form of matters |
The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
If i was one of the seven trivialities to make and save count and be counted when im cut only money will pour out of me torrents of rain turn to blood in a handshake i loosen my ties to find im still awake my thoughts more man than beast machine than design capture than release sex i call to you call someone quickly the bends and kisses never healing and often missing i believe in belief and if it wasn’t for this night i'd be a willing throat and would you be my brother would you be my butcher once i took your hand and guided you now do the same for me Fragments are my sentence i know there will always be more shovels with their axes wires wear their watches Once a gentle man paid for my after birth Took it hard but it all makes sense should be grateful some of never know what we're worth as i end i tasted time it did not agree many things one can do with tongues how can solitude exist among the trees .? no longer afraid of the dark |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Jackal Your symbols play hide and go seek, enjoyed. |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
enjoyed,,,
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