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Array ( [sid] => 116518 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Tending My Flowers [time] => 2006-03-16 16:32:31 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Explosions and rapid mental erosions
Defacing the grounds outside my yard.
Fresh grass splashes as fertile soil
Leaps for unseen hopes.
Shells ripping the souls from corpses
To be enslaved by monsters of
The devil himself.
There, teardrops can fill your cup
Of milk each morning you wake up
And always forget
That sleeping is no longer a sanctuary
When midnight murderers are always hungry to
Kill and fulfill the evil in
Thier blackened hearts.
As if hatred MUST be pesent
In order to maintain some kind of
Freakish balance.

All this is right outside my wooden fence.
But I'll just keep
Tending my flowers.
Meticulously supporting each petal with
My withered fingers.
And I'll hold them till they're strong enough
To stand alone.

Churches, temples, mosques, homes, lives....Love,
All loss within a sweep of a hand.
Yet with the same hands
You may raise a dafadill.
While hell has been unearthed outside
This wooden frame, in here I'll quietly
Water these little flowers.
Each drop a shimmering light.
As bullets riddle caligraghy on
This wooden fence,
Sending warnings from the
Iron darkness.

Still, I shall kneel here and
Tend these flowers.
Maybe evil will stop, for just a second.
And peek through these little holes.
And they might see enough,
To stop the chaos.
They'll do like children, and
Follow what they see.
Then we'll kneel together,
And turn the soil, rich with
Sorrow souls and drying tears.
So we may finally plant the seeds of peace.
Perhaps we can grow enough flowers,
To cover the earth in
Seven days.
But this time, we must not dare
To stop and rest.

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Tending My Flowers

Contributed by themonk on Thursday, 16th March 2006 @ 04:32:31 PM in AEST
Topic: abstract

Explosions and rapid mental erosions
Defacing the grounds outside my yard.
Fresh grass splashes as fertile soil
Leaps for unseen hopes.
Shells ripping the souls from corpses
To be enslaved by monsters of
The devil himself.
There, teardrops can fill your cup
Of milk each morning you wake up
And always forget
That sleeping is no longer a sanctuary
When midnight murderers are always hungry to
Kill and fulfill the evil in
Thier blackened hearts.
As if hatred MUST be pesent
In order to maintain some kind of
Freakish balance.

All this is right outside my wooden fence.
But I'll just keep
Tending my flowers.
Meticulously supporting each petal with
My withered fingers.
And I'll hold them till they're strong enough
To stand alone.

Churches, temples, mosques, homes, lives....Love,
All loss within a sweep of a hand.
Yet with the same hands
You may raise a dafadill.
While hell has been unearthed outside
This wooden frame, in here I'll quietly
Water these little flowers.
Each drop a shimmering light.
As bullets riddle caligraghy on
This wooden fence,
Sending warnings from the
Iron darkness.

Still, I shall kneel here and
Tend these flowers.
Maybe evil will stop, for just a second.
And peek through these little holes.
And they might see enough,
To stop the chaos.
They'll do like children, and
Follow what they see.
Then we'll kneel together,
And turn the soil, rich with
Sorrow souls and drying tears.
So we may finally plant the seeds of peace.
Perhaps we can grow enough flowers,
To cover the earth in
Seven days.
But this time, we must not dare
To stop and rest.

Copyright © themonk ... [ 2006-03-16 16:32:31]
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Re: Tending My Flowers (User Rating: 1 )
by Vampirequeen on Thursday, 16th March 2006 @ 04:53:24 PM AEST
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wow what an awsome refreshing write.
i love this part the most.

Still, I shall kneel here and
Tend these flowers.
Maybe evil will stop, for just a second.
And peek through these little holes.
And they might see enough,
To stop the chaos.
They'll do like children, and
Follow what they see.
Then we'll kneel together,
And turn the soil, rich with
Sorrow souls and drying tears.
So we may finally plant the seeds of peace.
Perhaps we can grow enough flowers,
To cover the earth in
Seven days.
But this time, we must not dare
To stop and rest.

amazing

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