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The King Of Junk

Contributed by ForeverAndADay on Thursday, 31st March 2005 @ 11:13:07 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



He was a king (King of the streets.)
He wore crimson. (All he could bleed.)
He spoke fancy. (Made up his own words.)
He may die bravely. (At the end of sharp words.)
He was the King of The Wastelands.

He walks with his head held high. (Gets hit in the chin with garbage.)
Says he owns the earth and sky. (All the while they laugh at him.)
Those who were once his loved ones ask him why.
Why he won't just give up...
Forfeit this rewardless life.
He told them it was his place,
He was not about to give up on it.

He really was a king once. (His kingdom stretched farther then one would be allowed to believe.)
He kept things fair and beautiful. (Owning a place inept of hunger, violence and greed.)
He was an excellent leader. (His subjects loved him so.)
Then the bad thing came. (And he was left weeping in the dust, suddenly alone.)

And now what is he King of?
Just alot of dust and junk.
He's a garbage man...
A lonely man...
He's broken, tarnished, faded and scuffed.
But still he holds his strangled face up high...
Still says he owns the earth and sky...
Still refuses to give his world up...

Is it just for a bunch of busted stuff?

King of The Wastlands
Of broken Dreams,
Of ruins,
And of tarnished things...
But God...
What I wouldn't give...
To see and believe...
What he believes.

DNB





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Re: The King Of Junk (User Rating: 1 )
by voiceinthewilderness on Saturday, 6th August 2005 @ 01:30:01 AM AEST
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Hey man I really like that one. Very good imagery - keep it up!


Re: The King Of Junk (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 6th August 2005 @ 02:46:29 AM AEST
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good job! really nice


Re: The King Of Junk (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 7th August 2005 @ 04:05:49 PM AEST
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Is it supposed to be a great big metaphor? That's how it feels. I know people who have this same problem. A lot of them, and I begin to wonder, if almost all people in the world do...




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