Dark Poetry #1 |
Count Your Fingers |
Lost Dreamer Member Elite
since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464Somewhere near the Rainbow |
Count Your Fingers Designed faces reflect desires the land of pillars full of liars. Tossed illusions scatter dust in air you dance his cold world without a care. He plays you like a tuned violin you reap him rewards of mortal sin. Count your fingers as time stands alone bet on the wrath of ringing telephone. You can't condone the pimp man's choice cut you can choose not to become his slut. |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
yes we all have this choice. very strong post, and a good poem. Joel. I howl a mournful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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Lost Dreamer Member Elite
since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464Somewhere near the Rainbow |
Joel: Thank you for reading and replying, This just kind of wrote itself it started and I had no idea where it was going till I got to the end and said what is this...LOL |
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