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Post by (LK) on Aug 30, 2005 23:11:48 GMT -5
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I am the tree of gods Your words are nothing but crap You are the sap that rolls down my skin
Your lips fly as lies spread like fire Chin dripping with alibis
You have drank from the pool of fraudulence As you water my roots they begin to shrivel perspiring with rage
The seed has been planted, yet crippled inside With dried eyes, it grows as it slowly dies
Roots shriveling, I loose my balance I fall to my death as my rebirth begins to commence
No longer a tree of gods, but a leaf on a dead trunk With my dignity shrunk
I am but a sod
Riding on Steel Death flies swiftly For mercy they kneel Their heads roll facing me
Looking eye to eye They slowly fade With a brief sigh Womb’s cry in which they were made
Red eyes Are a bag of lies Burnt Sight From a bright light Vision dies eyes out of sight
A person sighs Another dies For everything else there's mastercard
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Post by (LK) on Sept 3, 2005 21:47:06 GMT -5
Lies The one’s I despise Get ready to meet your DEMISE Blasphemy The devil’s alchemy Watching over me Buried My pride was, death it carried My patience, harried End So much can the mind bend With lies it cannot mend With not even it’s self to defend
As it lives, it dies For life it will plea But so little it varied to death it shall transcend
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Post by Elfie on Sept 5, 2005 18:41:09 GMT -5
If that were published, would the journal it was published in need to be printed in colour?
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Post by (LK) on Sept 7, 2005 16:53:51 GMT -5
If that were published, would the journal it was published in need to be printed in colour? uh no, it was to seperate the poems from each other
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Post by Elfie on Sept 7, 2005 16:59:34 GMT -5
Now I understand...
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Post by (LK) on Sept 9, 2005 21:54:52 GMT -5
so would you like to order one, or something
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Post by (LK) on Oct 18, 2005 7:59:50 GMT -5
Sand glistening in an hour glass Slowly it pours down alas Like a romance it begins and it ends Bright speck of sand passes by, dark sand makes its mends Pouring down like a lance through a heart The sand cannot remain apart Time running short The end is near Last drops of beauty take the longest Savoring its ecstasy Turns into a putrid black
As I watch the last grains in pain I try to relish its beauty
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