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Writer's Pain

Contributed by Jeremy_B on Thursday, 4th May 2006 @ 07:32:55 PM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems



Flickering candle, the pen bleeding, pulsating in my hand of sorrow
Redundant to fundamental dissertations. Thesis lay silent to lips of tomorrow
Meditation of fragment glory, residual only through lost scriptures of fatigue…
Hard ship lays desolate in desperate mammon, a love of riches in the sand…
Venomous nouns celebrate, carronade loss of life through parched canvas
A society of beckoning wisdom, falcate flowers of the page written
From Shakespeare, to Hemingway, the bohemian revolution is of age
Lessened only by disbelievers of love, freedom, and power of status unknown
Light bursts vigorously upon the vapor that once tore away at my sight…
The spirits that once tormented our being, now acts as an endowment of revolt.
The soul that pours carnivorous vowels
Tempts humanity to indulge in pain
Jesters of the gestures of heart light
Man handled by lesser man of late…
Testaments of haggard light in which
Is scared beyond belief under shadow
Shadows of gathered benevolence
Hindering grace, grace of fallen dammed
The manuscripts that blend our hearts
Together in a mesh of hazy gray.
Sensitive genetics of yesterday’s slender, the night of man, fallen curtain upon
Gold lace, shimmering memory of seductive felonies of fate, destiny lays solely
With-in a grasp of a sedative writer, his eyes weary with tainted belief and solace
Face rendered blind to happiness, malice, thus animosity is distant in mind…
So brand a man of which broken, yet would a man smashed in sorrow drink from
The cup of poets in the mist in which demonstrates so gracefully it’s beauty? Summer day’s bloom, children fuss, fight, and light the path of future present
In the deep dark dank sanctum of followers, sheep of the Shepard leaders…
Marinates as to select a new breed of creative generations, upon the pedestal…
That is intricate into tomorrow’s scripts, rendering another writers pain.




Copyright © Jeremy_B ... [ 2006-05-04 19:32:55]
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Re: Writer's Pain (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 4th May 2006 @ 08:21:01 PM AEST
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This is beauty.
Absolutely amazing.

Wow.
Excellent write!


Re: Writer's Pain (User Rating: 1 )
by twick on Friday, 5th May 2006 @ 12:24:07 AM AEST
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wow! I'm going to have to read this again to fully appreciate this.
My favorite line "Jesters of the gestures". Some of the best word play I've seen in awhile.




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