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Array ( [sid] => 110990 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Rigor Mortis [time] => 2005-12-05 19:52:11 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Stagnant limbs of the tree
On a windy day
Invariably

Tenderized
Softened
Moisturized
Made delicate
Textured, saddened
A problematic aspiration
Reaching for the sky

Run and hide, to places warm
Within the dream
What seems real is all wrong
The falling sensation
The reckoning jolt
A harsh lightning storm
Casts a robust lightning bolt
Who among the Kings of this court
Will stand at the podium
And exert the last resort
Firing the bullet
Before freedom is caught

The culmination of past and future
A life’s work-
And in part, the moment of disaster
Has passed, but has not surrendered
Has desisted,
An implicit
Display
Put on stage
Molded into forever

Ears are bloodshot red
In from the blizzard
Nothing occupies
The insides, of my head
Sounds whooshing by
Sounds of trees left for dead

Indignant
Idealized the cause
The measurement
Is nothing like expected, but of course
The perjurer
Who fancies sex
Will not reveal his primary target source
The sniper waits on deck
In the crosshairs,
He picks who’s next
He decides who has lost

The gesture
Made by your middle finger
Means nothing to me
The middle child neglected
For nepotistic tendencies
If your paranoia doesn’t love you
Then it is in the complexities
That shall not bear any semblance
To the mindless whispering of the trees

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Rigor Mortis

Contributed by Jyssvw22 on Monday, 5th December 2005 @ 07:52:11 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

Stagnant limbs of the tree
On a windy day
Invariably

Tenderized
Softened
Moisturized
Made delicate
Textured, saddened
A problematic aspiration
Reaching for the sky

Run and hide, to places warm
Within the dream
What seems real is all wrong
The falling sensation
The reckoning jolt
A harsh lightning storm
Casts a robust lightning bolt
Who among the Kings of this court
Will stand at the podium
And exert the last resort
Firing the bullet
Before freedom is caught

The culmination of past and future
A life’s work-
And in part, the moment of disaster
Has passed, but has not surrendered
Has desisted,
An implicit
Display
Put on stage
Molded into forever

Ears are bloodshot red
In from the blizzard
Nothing occupies
The insides, of my head
Sounds whooshing by
Sounds of trees left for dead

Indignant
Idealized the cause
The measurement
Is nothing like expected, but of course
The perjurer
Who fancies sex
Will not reveal his primary target source
The sniper waits on deck
In the crosshairs,
He picks who’s next
He decides who has lost

The gesture
Made by your middle finger
Means nothing to me
The middle child neglected
For nepotistic tendencies
If your paranoia doesn’t love you
Then it is in the complexities
That shall not bear any semblance
To the mindless whispering of the trees

_____
___

Copyright Â© Jyssvw22 ... [ 2005-12-05 19:52:11]
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Re: Rigor Mortis (User Rating: 1 )
by Rakerman1999 on Monday, 5th December 2005 @ 08:00:59 PM AEST
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The title caught my eye, and the poem caught my imagination. The despair thoughout was stiffling.
great writing my friend
very well done
Larry

Re: Rigor Mortis (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Wednesday, 7th December 2005 @ 12:44:33 PM AEST
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Okay...this is getting ridiculous. I pick a favourite, then I go and read another one by you, and like that one even more! You are on quite the creative spin these days...Wow. What to say about this one? The fact that it's so damn blunt, and full of soul-bearing feeling is a definite reason this piece stands out...and it just flows so smoothly, as if you didn't even have to try to make it work, it just naturally meshed together. Impressive jyss. Very impressive.

Scorp.

Re: Rigor Mortis (User Rating: 1 )
by LostAmbition on Wednesday, 14th December 2005 @ 01:59:03 PM AEST
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Alright whats yer secret????????????
scorps seems to like u or your poems
at least! hope shes as kind to my poems
when i post something :O
this poem is really good though'
i have to agree with her
this seems sad like an ending
too soon perhaps? dont no.
Just wprded well & a lot of thought here
A new fan i am. Good work here

Re: Rigor Mortis (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 8th January 2006 @ 01:16:29 AM AEST
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The concept of ‘trees’ is subtly repeated throughout the stanzas, further reinforcing a message.
Perhaps, a figurative comparison to yourself or disposition.
The manner, in which you vividly describe and personify the tree, suggests a crestfallen tone.
“Kings of this court” – a referral to mankind? Or a higher, controlling figure?
“And in part, the moment of disaster
Has passed, but has not surrendered” –seems like feelings of indecisiveness or state of limbo?
“Nothing occupies
The insides, of my head
…
Sounds of trees left for dead” – The numbness which follows the death of something…something perhaps invisible and intangible?
I enjoyed this piece.
You are talented.

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