Dark Poetry #4 |
Lesser Prophet(Blonde Ambition) |
The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
To pound on open doors unable or unwilling to see your way through We can’t bear to see you sit there and count the corners So One by One we roll you over to show us your soft white belly I know there’s a song in you somewhere to explain your messy madness As they pull the bodies from the Seine I’m sure they all will turn up blonde Everything turns up blonde Everything’s going to come up blonde Not about to write you out of our life Not about to gnaw on spit and make it shine If this is but an act find in it some comfort This means that the one left talking Is the lesser prophet , A waking Farce You are well above this water You kiss the Irish Widow and bathe in her tears She pulls you down under and you surface quite blonde Everything here and Everyone here comes up, comes up Blonde New lovers are nervous and tender, but smash everything. For the heart is an organ of fire |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Is this basically like saying despite all we're still sheep. And despite all each one is beautiful. -GIS John 12:25 He that loveth his life shall lose it; and he that hateth his life in this world shall keep it unto life eternal. |
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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
amazing. just purely amazing. |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
it reads as song lyrics to me . . . |
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