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Return to Yore

Contributed by lost_chadow on Monday, 19th December 2005 @ 02:55:21 PM in AEST
Topic: anguished

You helped set me free
which I remember as I return to yore
to see if I've been dismembered or
I simply got lost
my spirit has changed to a dragon from the frost
for you
I can no longer speak
the rhyme runs too strong
and the power in my voice
has been treasured too long
I fear Dice is gone
you might have loved him
and through him, I loved you
I've gone on, but still
I love you
the mysterious, the strong
(nice moves, cat woman)
would have written my own language
to show you I cared
how I've faired, time can tell
not well
so ugly I've become to expedite the swell
of my own injured, deflated, depleted
nonexistant ego
here we go back into the mist
at times I was furious at my own oneliness
and that rage is now channeled
into a controlled rampage
for with rhyme and rythm I ramble
while the old me fades
in the olden days I world have gotten is the point by now
but I keep thinking of byways to take me somewhere else
I'm gone again
out of my shell and into the chicken pen
(that was pointless, but I said it)
The poetry club has killed me
where The Poets Sublime(that's us) once filled me
we were the others

we three were the only ones that mattered
yes, Noeru was one, too
though she wrote short stories, I called them prose poetry
I ate them like I ate your "floetry"
remember that?
"You gotta love a guy who knows his poetry"
(oh, God, must you tempt me?)
Apparently, you don't

Copyright © lost_chadow ... [ 2005-12-19 14:55:21]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Return to Yore (User Rating: 1 )
by cashncoe on Monday, 19th December 2005 @ 02:57:53 PM AEST
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nice write i enjoyed it

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