Dark Poetry #4 |
blindfolds for the children |
symphony_of_thoughts Member
since 2003-08-03
Posts 95Somewhere |
The head rules the body And the phrase so true Incapacitates my being Communist head Leaves capitalist ideas Fester for rot I've tried rather hard Half-effort reconciliation And of persistent nature Doesn't let go Gripping any and every lobe Washed, bleached in fluid that Dyes men's souls blank Dripping rancid dews Over eyes, limbs, heart Inevitably on the path To finally steal me away |
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Purity Senior Member
since 2001-11-20
Posts 526Once Upon, USA |
"bleached in fluids that dyes men's souls blank"... excellent!KUDOS ~ Awesome poem. Lose one friend... Lose all friends... Lose Yourself... |
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Hollow_Emptiness Senior Member
since 2004-02-01
Posts 715New Zealand |
Blew me away, same part Purity mentioned struck me as great. Awesome write. Hollow. I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had. - Gary Jules, Mad World. |
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