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Lexy
Senior Member

since 2003-01-28

Posts 1038
California

0 posted 2005-07-28 11:10 AM

From a rivers bed I get no rest as you rest your hand on my thigh and rythmatic breathing begins.
I don't mean to call the wizard on his bluff, but he waited too long
and now her sword is slung like sloppy, slaughter sounds.
Theres the shimmer of spit and blood on broken teeth
you make yourself jewerly from the sharpest ones.

Do we kill for sacrafice or for sport, the cries ring the same either way.
I give you an all-knowing glance as the blobs combine and the non-descript shapes grow arms and toes.
Square the circle and make abstract art with spit bubbles and semi rough hands.
Watch it rise like a tombstone then form into a balloon...
from near death springs flight.
You know I'm your favorite kind.
With wide eyes and wooden teeth you click together
I'm the tistle stuck between them here comes the old hag to pull me away.

Teach me a lesson about manners, about morals. I'm only five, I'm just your kind.
What did he say right before he died? He held up his left hand and said: this is how old I feel and still I must say goodbye.
Take a broom to the forest floor, your cleaning is in vain.
Voice of an angel you touch me with a rush in your blood. Hurry said the elderly, they worry way too much.
The energy is transfered into me and makes me explode, popcorn veins and white restraint.
How could I ever say the words written on that yellow canvas sun, yet how could you ignore them mounted on your wall.
Where are you from.
I held up the entire forest fire with my drawn sword and sloppy mouthed smile.
Your just my kind.

Greeneyes

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-09-09

Posts 9903
In Your Poetic Mind

1 posted 2005-08-10 10:27 AM

deep runs all through this....

In your light I learn how to love
In your beauty how to make poems
You dance inside my chest where
no one sees you and that sight becomes this art

Midnitesun

Member Empyrean

since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

2 posted 2005-08-10 10:11 PM

"Do we kill for sacrafice or for sport, the cries ring the same either way"

while I am not sure I understood all the hidden meanings within this write, this line really stopped my eyes

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