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Waving to me

From your good-bye window

I catch the scent

Of this last hurrah

A Fourth-of-July

Grand finale

Complete with the

Bombs bursting in air

Powder and energy

Heat and purpose

Destroyed in a flash

Clouded by the sulfur scent

Washing the air dirty

And you wave to me

Mouthing the words

I cannot hear

Words I don’t want to hear

From silent lips speaking

This final message

Ringing in my ears

Is this all?

All this is?

It is gone

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Joli
16:26 Mar 25 2009

I love so many places in this piece.

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Blackheresy
14:42 Mar 29 2009

"Clouded by the sulfur scent

Washing the air dirty" Great lines man, there are more that feed into the feeling here as well, but I like the way these roll off my tongue when I voice them aloud.

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brileybeauford666
00:29 Jan 10 2011

You really need to consider publishing your words. B, you are extremely talented. Don't let the world miss out on you................

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Take my eyes

For they lead me nowhere

Eyes too blind to see

Blind to the ways

The world cast before me

Blind to the bodies

At my feet



Drive stakes through my ears

For they will not hear

The warnings to be heeded

The songs that surround



And remove my tongue

Cursed and forked

Spewing words like

Thunderclouds of pain

Soaked in a venomous spit

That corrodes every soul



Cut off my hands

These tools of the devil

Crafting little more than

Demise and despair

They will not feel

Nor heal with a touch

Useless implements

They work no more



Slice open my chest

And the organs within

A heart that beats

A blood like poison

Lungs that breathe

The breath that rusts

And an acrid liver

Imbibed too often

With the misery

I have created



Destroy this flesh

Burn it away

And destroy this life

Remove these memories

Sour and misleading



Then let me be reborn

The man I long to be

Escaping the pain

The past

The loss

The memories

And the knowing

Of what this life has been

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Morrigon
22:11 Mar 11 2009

This is like reading stories printed on the dark side of the moon.

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Time slips away

We warmly greet

Each coming day

While dark clouds

Fill the sky

A summer’s last breath

I chase after

Those warm days past

Grasping at what is left

A kite string

Quickly blowing

Out of reach

With an autumn wind

Uncontrolled

Out of my control

I cannot control

This passing

The changing of these seasons

When the golden leaves fall

Covering the lively ground

Turning everything brown

The death embrace

Comes too quickly

Leading in a winter freeze

The procession of life

This life in my hand

The only one

A gift to live

And autumn comes too soon

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Morrigon
13:34 Mar 02 2009

All too familiar...

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