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[title] => Cascading Storms
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[bodytext] => Cascading storms come at last, Come to cleanse the days gone past. Feel the cooling rain come down, Falling on the Jesters crown. Hear the whispers in the night, Feel the tension stretching tight. Wait a moment then you’ll hear, All the things made up in fear. Evil hearts, and burning eyes, Blackened souls, and ruptured skies! Bleeding wounds set now to rot, Not the things that most have sought. Tattered sails on ships of fools, Sinking, slow in stagnant pools. Lifeboats gone, all hands are lost. For their time, a meager cost. ‘Cause these fools are more than few, Ev’ry day bares thousands new. So these ships will sail again, Winds of change, and waves of pain! Look upon what has been done, Bile rises, feet that run. Dizziness comes next to last, Shortly now the die is cast. Hours are now what you need, From your wounds the seconds bleed. Desert burn, and sands run out, Drowning out your panicked shout. Whipped by winds, caressed by rain, How do you remain so sane? Counting on your borrowed time, Chanting out tortured rhyme. Keeping up your lame façade, Change your face, now that’s just odd. Why would you choose now to hide? Now that you sail with the tide. Is your ship a ship of fools? Captained now with all your tools. Seeking peace within this storm, Never really taking form. Specters working rope, and sail. Once you lived, but now so pail. Spin the wheel with no response, Check the charts with foreign fonts. Check yourself against the stars, Seeing there nothing but scars. Taste the salt, your briny bed. All these things within your head! Bark commands not understood, Look behind, that’s where you stood. Run aground upon your sins, Not the end…it now begins! Michael David Morash Copyright © 2003 [comments] => 3 [counter] => 180 [topic] => 43 [informant] => mdmorash [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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