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Miracles of Gold
Contributed by
Franciswolf
on
Monday, 5th February 2007 @ 12:07:46 AM in AEST
Topic:
DreamsandWishes
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Winter still, spring is on the way
You go on put your cold away
Whistles, bristles on the trees and chirping,
Yellow and black, the bumblebees
Defining all the fires burning
I’m not done crying but I’m done learning
Holding you at a dream’s fold
It was night time, it was freezing cold
We were lost in a lie all sold,
With paper Jefferson’s to my name, crinkling paper
A slow brigade, you were all on top of me
Our bodies formed together, the ceiling fell,
We were stuck forever
Parachutes slipped, we fell apart
The beats belonged behind a heart
Night fell, the sky raised, love was lost
And hate was praised, synching in place
We took what’s faced,
They’ll never find what’s been traced,
For Detective shows, what murder knows
A chalk outline to the lust that grows
The workman cries, the window lies
With picture shows of colors flying by
The gray of the sidewalk floor, the yellow door
Sticky pains of soda stains, a loss worth fighting for
Blooming flowers, these are bitter hours
We lost our love between the towers
This Gin was drunk well aware,
That it’d beckon you to be near, it would ask you
It would task you, take care of me,
Answering the carpet floor, walked on not ignored
Weeping in the weaves, biting into knees
I took my shaving cream and painted on the mirror frame
That I’m a pawn, I’ve always been
But it’s not the aim
Darkness fall, you’re never one to rise
We’ve been reading all your lies
Doubts, pouts, and figured out’s
Knowledge is no friend I’ve seen
It’s taking away from all my dreams
Won’t you stay away, I want to play
With my sugars, with her creams
Boasting to the dead, it’s all used up
No one just kills themselves,
They place emotions on shelves
Anger dusty by opinion, happiness in the back
Neatly placed by decision, I find you all easier to attack
I loose my blur; I’ve got you by myself
Conscience make your way onto that shelf
The river holds pennies, people throw them in
If you go by dark you can collect them all again
Dump the copper in the water, two hundred fold
Trading single cents for miracles of gold, old Lincoln
Looking up at you, wash me all away
I never got your purpose anyway
I never got my purpose anyway
I’m glad you found yourself, it’s so denounced
Enter me in a pin, failure once again,
Put me in the back, a lottery machine
You got two blue one off seen, no green
And if spring holds some hope, I’d sure like to scope
Some idea of why I’m here, not a pawn, not gone
But an idea and a fear
Just place me anywhere,
I’ll fit just about anywhere
Copyright ©
Franciswolf
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2007-02-05 00:07:46]
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Re: Miracles of Gold
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by Fionndruinne on
Monday, 5th February 2007 @ 04:01:40 AM AEST
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Bra-vo. This is a very strong piece. There are a few clunky lines, but all in all it is worded with both great skill and a keen sense of meaning. Although it is sprawling, it doesn't seem off-target, rather presents a very full picture, and the central feeling comes through.
It can often benefit us to write this way, seemingly letting go of any attempt to control the outcome of the work, or the themery at the get-go. Looks like it worked here.
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Re: Miracles of Gold
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by purplestary on
Monday, 5th February 2007 @ 05:21:13 AM AEST
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oh..absolutely AMAZING write!!! i loved this!!! i am almost speachless. nicely done. i loved the whole thing but the part that sticks the most is the very end..."I’m glad you found yourself, it’s so denounced
Enter me in a pin, failure once again,
Put me in the back, a lottery machine
You got two blue one off seen, no green
And if spring holds some hope, I’d sure like to scope
Some idea of why I’m here, not a pawn, not gone
But an idea and a fear
Just place me anywhere,
I’ll fit just about anywhere" |
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