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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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what disallowing earth, would leave quizzical flora, grimacing at late dawn? on my curls, my hands, my feet, now unable to mend a corrosive chain… swinging in our backyard how i thought to keep you with me remembering the lot of all we ever felt! déjà vu, gathers courage, with trembling weight still, I see the whole, with tangible mind-set in a sandbox glistening, where we played is that power to touch, soon to fade? soon to digest a personal wailing? soon to be as true as despair? as true as resilience? oh the noise defeating blasts impairs my ears it’s no longer unconscious it’s wondering how things will happen? It’s loudness singes my hands living in a shadow of death’s cleaver throws somehow in human form, I am a collection of wrath, now fury….rage in route at the reaper’s blade, it sucks all last resorts it sucks, it sucks, it sucks! ire at the sickness, your teasing lips cutting soul, borrowing bones grasping at her throat, do you own no esteem? how dare you think you can annihilate! you think your black glaze of movement of chaos & pain fouls the urn? death, you suppose yourself a higher thought ohhhh, but, you are not a dictator that happens you are debris, refuse of homelessness the lowest form! merciless in your infinite universe living amongst margins of discarded ends… you stroking somewhere, for the next hour, me sensing your foul-smelling dew claws HAH! I spat on the double praying freakness of you sticking out, like a lodged corkscrew you will not bleed petals! you, are the wrong doing of patient calm i plant her garden i will hold her up you! the taker of a willing rose colored overdose not louder then will not louder, then daystars & night time twilight lower then any none thinking demand void of "right of way" void of any thing! an olive sea, speaks her name soft... representing, that plaid flannel heart she gave me! what you will never own! unleashing high soaring bursts of light bursts of afternoons, of fourth of julys i wrap packages leave wet stoned doors, opening eyes she knows the ocean she’s never visited she knows the someday of five minutes until there is peace when god stops crying in a disallowing world she is a waking bolt from the blue a heart of supremacy to be as true as any sunrise… you can’t pretend, this was all for nothing oh…you truth to forever our hands grow from within and I am ready to do battle with your oiled skin |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ An oiled skin indeed, enjoyed and good morning sweet. |
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Sharksbean Member
since 2005-09-25
Posts 368jax |
this is a beautiful poem thanks for sharing  -may the force be with you in poetry |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"somehow in human form, I am a collection of wrath, now fury….rage in route at the reaper’s blade, it sucks all last resorts it sucks, it sucks, it sucks!"  now that's what I call a serious battle, LeeJ, and I'm bettin on YOUscratched and bruised, maybe...but you'll be the winner |
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StevenS Senior Member
since 2005-09-21
Posts 945L. A. (Lower Alabama) |
Wow! LeeJ, I see lighting flashing with peals of thunder and death cowering at the might of your words. Awwwesome! |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
not sure of what or why...but I feel the wrath in your words~~  M |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
"Go Down Death"..."Be Not Proud".. For LeeJ is no "artificial form of species" ... She is a rhetorical genius and if words could cause your demise.. She is the woman that can do it.. |
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HopeS Member Elite
since 2000-12-22
Posts 4596Perth Western Australia |
Whatever the reasons Lee , this was an excellent vent , I loved the strength Hope |
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