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Grinch
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0 posted 2006-11-03 02:17 PM



Paint your pretty pictures in the sparks
Design your shallow dreams in seven days,
Toast your tributes spiked upon your words
But promise that you’ll keep me from the flames.

The jack of Christ smiles flushed within my hand
A cardboard knave to box my meagre sins;
To bear the burden seeded in my mind
And chain me naked to the razor winds.

Nail me heathen crosswise to the stars
Through wrist and foot with steely eyes,
Rake me with a curse of bell and book
But keep me from the flames behind your lies.


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Midnitesun
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Gaia
1 posted 2006-11-03 03:23 PM


burning crosses
take their toll
without a glance at
the ashes


Nice rhyme and theme development!

ThisDiamond
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since 2002-02-22
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2 posted 2006-11-04 07:48 PM


Funny,
I was searching for some words to match my mood...usually good self help.
There is great power in your thoughts.
A healthy venting of the crystalized side of tears.  Good reading you...and thanks.
TD

littledavid
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since 2008-02-28
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3 posted 2008-03-05 01:12 PM


This song's for You, dear Fallen One, to grasp on your way down
For though you've fallen from her grace, you soon will feel the ground
And though your seed be buried deep within the cold dark mound
You'l know that She is with you, although there be no sound

Though  Songs of Hope, or Faith and Joy, by you will not be heard
She'l hear  your voice still ringing , she'l remember every word
Your sorrow she will treasure, your death she will not mourn
Your shell contains the gift of life,  still waiting to be born

The Promise will be waiting, it's She who'l keep you warm
Alive within her bosom,  for you're the Chosen One
And there you'l lay, until some May when your turn next will come
The earth will quake when you awake and rise up to the Sun

Your sorrow she will treasure,  your death she will not mourn,
Your shell contains the gift of life,  still waiting to be born
Until that day, another May, your Soul will Rise again.
The blackened earth that you have made, from where your soul hath lain
Will feed your body, give you life and fill and  nourish you
She'l make new  Worlds , new  Stars above, beginning life anew!

with thanks from littledavid

JenniferMaxwell
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4 posted 2008-03-05 05:11 PM


Far too good a write for this dark corner of PiP, Grinch.
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