Dark Poetry #1 |
Life |
For_Never Member
since 1999-10-27
Posts 125Cincinnati, oh, United States of America |
and so we are begining, and hope to ascend Jacob's latter strung, with callousness we rend. And the war of the mind, cold and grey, running forth from a river, meant for us, a pale steed rising, fleeing from the day.... ....and the stable yard ar full of lies and truths yet untold. and for all who want to cry, tell them. and those against one who tries, fight them and for those who attempt to, help them for all who come, shall not fall but for those that run, he is waiting. The scyth is swinging, cutting like a knife. Souls are bleeding crying in vain-Belov'ed not found changed within, alls lost again. The pain begins. The pagans cry not alone for the song sings to the soul, and the soul speaks to all.... The dance remains the same, only the dancers change. The forest is burning and we are the flame who knows why we are so ...but forever we will.. of this we know... Edward A. Beerman 11-96 |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Some deep thought in this one. You summed it up well in the last three lines..."but forever we will"... speaks volumes. Good job. ------------------ Michael Anderson And after-drunkeness of soul Succeeds the glory of the bowl - An idle longing night and day To dream my very life away EAP |
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Watcher666 Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 1606 |
Liked this much! ------------------ Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you. |
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