Open Poetry #29 |
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Cry Eden |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
you distilled fresh intoxication from kindred loneliness and the bruised fruit of stained footprints anticipation became an exotic ferment brought from afar like caravan riches and trade wind spice scented passions brewed love potions from your sweet nectar writhing on my tongue which sang of unions in skies of falling diamonds and spoke of goodbyes on oceans cried from last kisses where unholy vessels collide ‘til tempest tides rage the shore casting pearls before swine so here I lay apple in mouth waiting for the wisdom but all the serpent wanted was the part we threw away "Who knows if to live is to be dead, and to be dead, to live? And we really, it may be, are dead; in fact I once heard sages say that we are now dead, |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
*s...very different but enjoyed your thoughts this is one I could read over and over and smile each time after. M |
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EagleScorpion Senior Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 1644Here, Now, Forever |
this is a profound, powerful piece of literature.. and im saving it you have a talent that you should be proud of, my friend |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
Thanks for reading, nakedthoughts. Your smiles are appreciated. ![]() Thanks also to you, EagleScorpion. I'm glad you read it so deeply. coyote ![]() "Who knows if to live is to be dead, and to be dead, to live? And we really, it may be, are dead; in fact I once heard sages say that we are now dead, |
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