Open Poetry #39 |
A midnight epiphany before bedlam |
themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
Oh what fools this world doth make: The sons of sons proclaim, but fake, The seekers find their god in books They seek no man that truly looks. The children so, are taught their rage From such books whose letters’ page Is the signing of the blindest order, On the fringe of bedlams border; Where dead men die for no ones life, Where infants cry, and brothers knife, Where evil reigns with wakeful eye, Where madmen live and hope doth die. I am the two-toed wanderer |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Interesting write Matt. I especially liked this truth: "The seekers find their god in books They seek no man that truly looks." |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
you blow me away sometimes |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
i think that i've improved since i first started writing . Thank you Kacy, for being around for my development, and dixie, im glad that you like my writing, i hope to make a living off it when i become good enough to write real stories, long ones. |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
Matthew... just wonderful! RDB |
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divine chaos Senior Member
since 2006-07-09
Posts 617dancing 'neath the moon |
matthew, I like this lots! you've improved just in the short time i've been hanging around PiP I rarely have time to come read nowadays, much less to actually reply, but you're one of the ones I read every single time I see your name .. of course, I had to look twice to make sure it was you -- you cut your hair! ~Sheli~ By words the mind is winged |
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