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Array ( [sid] => 160017 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => II. Morning [time] => 2010-05-21 11:08:28 [hometext] => -Coatepec H. Diaries Entry 1- [bodytext] => The morning unfurls in a flurry of stalking themes.
Seems that modern construction will not provide
The banquet so sorely needed.

Some sleeping blood will awake
One day in an accurate rhythm,
I think.
Till then intent on black.
The dust, chalk will raise lines
Reaching heaven that’s dripping by thought.

Our significance is slight but noticed
In various points of shadows.

The new creation by another sun
Has risen and awaits a new freedom.

This morning lies in a new reflection of canyon,
That waiting to see the bridge
Is a suffering incision abandoned.
Simply speaking in all forms today
A tower will wave openly at desertion
And think about the cigarette of night.

The cigarette of night will find obscurely
What’s needed but not identify the trade marks.

Allow this stepping down on stairs of light
To produce more,
Sticks of a woodpile and barbed
Wire coiling the earth from north to south.

I hope to be shaving her down
Like the limited past we were founded upon.

Everlasting glory of the brief absurdity show was
Never accepted in the morning.

Tonight I will die on the range. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 73 [informant] => omeoteotl [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )

II. Morning

Contributed by omeoteotl on Friday, 21st May 2010 @ 11:08:28 AM in AEST
Topic: abstract

The morning unfurls in a flurry of stalking themes.
Seems that modern construction will not provide
The banquet so sorely needed.

Some sleeping blood will awake
One day in an accurate rhythm,
I think.
Till then intent on black.
The dust, chalk will raise lines
Reaching heaven that’s dripping by thought.

Our significance is slight but noticed
In various points of shadows.

The new creation by another sun
Has risen and awaits a new freedom.

This morning lies in a new reflection of canyon,
That waiting to see the bridge
Is a suffering incision abandoned.
Simply speaking in all forms today
A tower will wave openly at desertion
And think about the cigarette of night.

The cigarette of night will find obscurely
What’s needed but not identify the trade marks.

Allow this stepping down on stairs of light
To produce more,
Sticks of a woodpile and barbed
Wire coiling the earth from north to south.

I hope to be shaving her down
Like the limited past we were founded upon.

Everlasting glory of the brief absurdity show was
Never accepted in the morning.

Tonight I will die on the range.

Copyright Â© omeoteotl ... [ 2010-05-21 11:08:28]
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Re: II. Morning (User Rating: 1 )
by dayne333 on Friday, 21st May 2010 @ 04:06:32 PM AEST
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Under review? I had read this poem at about 12pm, I think, and I found it very interesting. It had contained no vulgarity or any insinuation. I signed up only to comment about this. I hope to read it again. All afternoon I was trying to figure out what the heck the author had wanted to say. I am happy to see the poem I. Midnight is still up. I hope you people at your-poetry.com don`t get angry for my comment, but omeoteotl (whatever that means) you blew my mind. I felt like I was reliving the 60s again. PLEASE KEEP WRITING!

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