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Array ( [sid] => 132267 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => But For A Moment's Clout . . . Ben [time] => 2007-03-01 14:27:35 [hometext] => The reeper's breath i feel, waiting in the wing's of my life, like a newly graduate IRS agent, insatiably obsessing his first audit. [bodytext] =>


The

silence

it is deafining

i can hear a pin

drop,

all

but for that breathing

oh someone make it

stop!


From

behind these wilting walls

i hear it night and day, the sound

of death's incessive breath it never goes

away.


I

feel

it getting closer

more and more as i grow old,

i see the shaddow

of a corps

waiting

to

take

hold.


I

can smell

it's rotten stench

i feel it's evil touch,

my

bed's become a casket

with my body in it's

clucth.


As

if that wasn't

bad enough seducing

all my fears, relentlessly

it moan's to me deep

within my

ears.


Stalking

me within my sleep my voice is paralized,

my nerves inside like bugs they creep eating out

my eyes.


So

this is

what it come's to

as they invaid my bed,

i am but a legacy so

something can be

fed.


The

price we pay

to pass this way

but for a moment's

clout,

mother's

womb is now

a

tomb

marked

either n or

out.



Ben



the
artist
formerly
known
as
myheartsvoice.
[comments] => 5 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 13 [informant] => myheartsvoice [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
But For A Moment's Clout . . . Ben

Contributed by myheartsvoice on Thursday, 1st March 2007 @ 02:27:35 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry






The

silence

it is deafining

i can hear a pin

drop,

all

but for that breathing

oh someone make it

stop!


From

behind these wilting walls

i hear it night and day, the sound

of death's incessive breath it never goes

away.


I

feel

it getting closer

more and more as i grow old,

i see the shaddow

of a corps

waiting

to

take

hold.


I

can smell

it's rotten stench

i feel it's evil touch,

my

bed's become a casket

with my body in it's

clucth.


As

if that wasn't

bad enough seducing

all my fears, relentlessly

it moan's to me deep

within my

ears.


Stalking

me within my sleep my voice is paralized,

my nerves inside like bugs they creep eating out

my eyes.


So

this is

what it come's to

as they invaid my bed,

i am but a legacy so

something can be

fed.


The

price we pay

to pass this way

but for a moment's

clout,

mother's

womb is now

a

tomb

marked

either n or

out.



Ben



the
artist
formerly
known
as
myheartsvoice.




Copyright © myheartsvoice ... [ 2007-03-01 14:27:35]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: But For A Moment's Clout . . . Ben (User Rating: 1 )
by PhantomVampyress on Thursday, 1st March 2007 @ 02:35:18 PM AEST
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wow this is a different write from your usual stuff but its penned out well.. the wording is so eloquent. I really liked the imagery and creativity you used here.. great job

vampyress jenni


Re: But For A Moment's Clout . . . Ben (User Rating: 1 )
by MisfitMe on Thursday, 1st March 2007 @ 03:13:04 PM AEST
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What a vivid break from your norm...

& w/ one last...yes, there it is...shiver, I'm off

Great job
~me


Re: But For A Moment's Clout . . . Ben (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Thursday, 1st March 2007 @ 07:03:57 PM AEST
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Uh huh,
You been hiding this side of your talents under a bushal.
Great work, my friend.
Death can't have you yet as we need your help in the writing.
I'm happy to see you letting it all out.
huggs, big smiles,
emy


Re: But For A Moment's Clout . . . Ben (User Rating: 1 )
by Malcolmsdreamgirl on Friday, 2nd March 2007 @ 02:45:13 AM AEST
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WOW!..........................................


Dee xx


Re: But For A Moment's Clout . . . Ben (User Rating: 1 )
by Whisper on Saturday, 3rd March 2007 @ 09:55:01 AM AEST
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Excellent write It draws this reader on ward hanging on each coming word. It made me think of getting old and how each view its differently.

Whisper




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