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Sowing seeds of utter despair
With an uneven ebb and flow
Is how it all seems to go
Wind blown across the land
Death and destruction the creator/'/s only plan
It comes and goes without a trace
Leaving behind this godforsaken place
Sinners are served as Satan/'/s dinner
In this fiery hell, there are no winners
Nobody lives to tell
Their bodies charred oh so well
Those ill-fated have now been negated
With the earth/'/s cleansing
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Intrinsically Cataclysmic

Contributed by jamesstockdale on Tuesday, 23rd January 2018 @ 09:40:25 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

A chill is in the air
Sowing seeds of utter despair
With an uneven ebb and flow
Is how it all seems to go
Wind blown across the land
Death and destruction the creator/'/s only plan
It comes and goes without a trace
Leaving behind this godforsaken place
Sinners are served as Satan/'/s dinner
In this fiery hell, there are no winners
Nobody lives to tell
Their bodies charred oh so well
Those ill-fated have now been negated
With the earth/'/s cleansing
The wicked winds have abated

Copyright © jamesstockdale ... [ 2018-01-23 09:40:25]
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Re: Intrinsically Cataclysmic (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Wednesday, 24th January 2018 @ 08:35:58 PM AEST
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At first I thought this was going to be the story of a hurricane..but it is much more sinister! SINNERS ARE SERVED AS SATANS DINNER...Yikes.
Wonder if Satan has barbecue every night? I/'/m sure nothing is medium rare!

Your tale is spooky and well executed, painting a picture most of us would rather not see too closely!
Keep telling us, it bears repeating. You reap what you sow!
Nicely done.
softerware

Re: Intrinsically Cataclysmic (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 3rd February 2018 @ 10:10:40 AM AEST
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painting bulbs
all white onion babes
with garlic bulbs
then you have got
something Italian or
possibly Eastern like
the frost, the frozen
tundra, the sun rays
those crazy days
the cruelest month
is April, breeding Lilacs,
Out of dead land, mixing
memory, and desire. stirring
Dull roots with Spring rain/
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
feeding a little life with dried tubers.
T.S. Elliot
Intrinsically Cataclysmic
but never in afterthought
one might
begin to see
simplicity
as it once was
The words that tangle
Just are

Peace!

Re: Intrinsically Cataclysmic (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Friday, 2nd March 2018 @ 08:06:55 AM AEST
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very deep
emy

Re: Intrinsically Cataclysmic (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 29th August 2020 @ 06:32:55 AM AEST
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// Wow, right from the start this is wicked great! Title and all. One of your best, Jimmy!!!!

Thank you!!!

Dugan
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