Dark Poetry #4 |
Tuning |
green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
A black sky with thick clouds You can't see it all An ant crawling on a tree In the company of three Many more on the ground All out of sight On a trail to a certain destination We love our way On you we pray Eat to our hearts content The fattest will survive Staying alive... Friction, its a little tense A ghost quietly in my presense My feet slipping on the salt To the flickering light I'm slightly blind I CAN'T SEE WHAT ARE YOU? how did you get there? To whom do you COMPARE? Watching little me... tee hehehe (its a secret) Come eat my face My open soul DEVOUR! Eat it whole Every last bite Get off from here Tell me the truth The truth isn't in you The molded clay You CLAY POT! Its gettin tense The friction, the vibe, the love... It EXPLODES The lightening strikes It hits the little ant And the path doesn't even matter Sudden death syndrome Instantly dead Gone and gone forever Roasted singed Dead... Now you're quiet. ...and the way things are goin, they're gonna crucify me. -The Beattles |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
I feel and see a lot of anger in this......a tuning of mind of sorts.....powerful! even between the lines... I came from the mountain |
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s1nfully_1nn0c3nt Senior Member
since 2003-10-26
Posts 1105Watertown, NY |
I Like this...Great Write... "Trina" Laughter Is The Enemy Of Desire, But Desire Itself Is Painful, After You Get That Which You Desire, What's Next? |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Yeah, I guess it is pretty angry. I'm not trying to be a jerk about anything though. I guess it just sorta came out that way. thank you greeneyes. Thank you innocent one, you're cool. -GIS ...and the way things are goin, they're gonna crucify me. -The Beattles |
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