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a dream
Contributed by
fortunesdancer
on
Monday, 7th November 2011 @ 02:35:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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the stale vest he wore
wreaked of stale lynx
he smiled and the sun saw
the moon sang the kinks
the day laughed and rose a knife
the wind conspired on his life
a car screeched in flames
fluttering distant names
a pond shimmered from still
as a swan broke flight free
a shooter swam in dill
but he was there for all to see
the boys were back
as london burnt
greasy wore a sack
but never learnt
china strummed a natiinal guitar
and old time melody
too long gone and far
all there but she ...
a quatering crow squaked
as ravens pecked the new
grassmen strolled and forked
but the concrete had its dew
the orchids in balloon
swirl and swoon
the seeds are sown
but groundless grown
betrayed by touch
glory dire drunken clutch
but always too much
a broken man on stilts
like crutch
so go on boys life is a pantomine
take your road map your sign
gods away at work
and a doley demon can smirk
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2011-11-07 14:35:00]
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Re: a dream
(User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on
Monday, 7th November 2011 @ 08:55:58 PM AEST
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Wow!!
This is awesome from start to finish.
You just grab hold of your readers and keep us captivated to the end.
after I shook my head and said say what? I grabbed hold of it a gain and I'm sure I'll read it again. Luv your style. No doubt, It's a masterpiece. Some people want get it but most will.
smiles, blessings, huggs,
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