Open Poetry #36 |
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The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
You’ve been sleeping in your money again I can see the folded faded outline on your cheeks I tried to rouse you with water Poured down your wooden back Yet you refused to wake or show yourself Your limitless gift the shame in its wake Oh My hidden host how I once envied you Everyone thinks my actions are oh so funny Son don’t you know he’s never coming back Do a little dance for that money Make sure your stepping in the shoes of the empty You’ll find the beauty in not coming back There’s a certain kind of madness here That craves a certain kind of audience Do your little song and dance on broken egg shells and failed romance Preaching to the choir Is Sound Therapy Without the need of a bill Convince me that’s it’s not worth coming back I am caught in the wave of your will The Mongrel cat came home, Holding half a head proceeded to show it off to all his new found friends |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I thought this was just fantastic! I loved the last two lines, and wouldn't it be nice if it could happen in real life? Convince me that’s it’s not worth coming back I am caught in the wave of your will |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"Preaching to the choir Is Sound Therapy Without the need of a bill " a great POV and it didn't cost me but a moment of time to enjoy it |
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