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Array ( [sid] => 33310 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Chained Vainity [time] => 2004-01-31 11:58:47 [hometext] => [bodytext] => In the tavern of your mind, glistens with a sadistic twilight. A might to my sight, a care of fair. Death hath began.

This wonder I behold at last the thunderous clouds light in your mind.

O life-slayer of thy souls to me boast not of your pride. For thou hath seen mine light and the house of death.

From the tress of minds, scent of death enflames my soul. I still veil thine course.

For am I from realization erily a wrong hath I've done, regressing my purpose and mission.

O creator, the heart-erupting, soul-jerking; liquid sighs for thy, the night be weeping and the day be sighing in my sins.

All this calamity of grief from the sight of thy fallen grace.

My fancy a picture of your aching hands and arching hands, way-layeth not again.

To whom shall we utter what things within my veil of souls lost, to think of thy fine bliss.

Of your scarlet and your drawn creations of sin, none bath can cleanse.

What from the fragrant of soul of breeze of red, a foaming sea of blood crashing and crushing against; me and thee.

Monsters! At you, I think with trepidation, dwell not for the crowd of life,
I shall sight a bloodied hand to these unchained men.
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Chained Vainity

Contributed by Khosrow on Saturday, 31st January 2004 @ 11:58:47 AM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



In the tavern of your mind, glistens with a sadistic twilight. A might to my sight, a care of fair. Death hath began.

This wonder I behold at last the thunderous clouds light in your mind.

O life-slayer of thy souls to me boast not of your pride. For thou hath seen mine light and the house of death.

From the tress of minds, scent of death enflames my soul. I still veil thine course.

For am I from realization erily a wrong hath I've done, regressing my purpose and mission.

O creator, the heart-erupting, soul-jerking; liquid sighs for thy, the night be weeping and the day be sighing in my sins.

All this calamity of grief from the sight of thy fallen grace.

My fancy a picture of your aching hands and arching hands, way-layeth not again.

To whom shall we utter what things within my veil of souls lost, to think of thy fine bliss.

Of your scarlet and your drawn creations of sin, none bath can cleanse.

What from the fragrant of soul of breeze of red, a foaming sea of blood crashing and crushing against; me and thee.

Monsters! At you, I think with trepidation, dwell not for the crowd of life,
I shall sight a bloodied hand to these unchained men.




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Re: Chained Vainity (User Rating: 1 )
by poetrygodslove on Monday, 2nd February 2004 @ 09:01:29 AM AEST
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I hope you understand me when I say...

YOUR poeme here reminds me of Poetry books I seem to find and look at and find myself wondering what your talking about. YOUR a poet just like those. so heavy in your thinking so heavy in thought that the words come and say alot. Poetry from professionals yours is just like theirs... fancy I call it. but one I dont understand.. like in english class the teacher says ok read the line and tell me what you think the poet is saying... the poem is so good that you have to take it line by line to understand it... good honest work... I bet I will see your name in books one day... remember me ok....sandy


Re: Chained Vainity (User Rating: 1 )
by lil_angel on Monday, 2nd February 2004 @ 01:05:27 PM AEST
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This is a really good poem....i really like it u have a good talent!




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