Array ( [sid] => 122612 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Ash Tray Concepts [time] => 2006-07-01 18:30:50 [hometext] => [bodytext] => A rush of green
Blurs to beauty
And falls away to dark
Shining skies
Free aching hearts
And the stream wells torrential

Through the window
Implied,
The half dreams heaven
But
With all the fidelity of her
This glass
Mirrors cruelly
Reality
Yours.....

Abrupt
Ash tray concepts
Ponder these dust cities
And their freedoms
Locked tightly away
Therefore

End
Logicality, rationality, has no place
In a logical world
Finality amounts?
Imminence drips from cherry trees
And wrenches to the wind
As indecisive as your broken neck

To the sound of boarding
The stillness of red rust rails
And the wisp black
Industrial cold
Who curls as sightless smoke
By the dry paper fields

Where the Bitter
Drips
And seeps into septic darkness
Serrated vex
Choke sarcastic wastelands
A tick tock echo on heavy
Flushed
Unrelenting skies

Oh sugar, darling
I think I have broken glass
Embedded in my I
again
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Ash Tray Concepts
Date: Saturday, 1st July 2006 @ 06:30:50 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: marshmalloska
A rush of green
Blurs to beauty
And falls away to dark
Shining skies
Free aching hearts
And the stream wells torrential

Through the window
Implied,
The half dreams heaven
But
With all the fidelity of her
This glass
Mirrors cruelly
Reality
Yours.....

Abrupt
Ash tray concepts
Ponder these dust cities
And their freedoms
Locked tightly away
Therefore

End
Logicality, rationality, has no place
In a logical world
Finality amounts?
Imminence drips from cherry trees
And wrenches to the wind
As indecisive as your broken neck

To the sound of boarding
The stillness of red rust rails
And the wisp black
Industrial cold
Who curls as sightless smoke
By the dry paper fields

Where the Bitter
Drips
And seeps into septic darkness
Serrated vex
Choke sarcastic wastelands
A tick tock echo on heavy
Flushed
Unrelenting skies

Oh sugar, darling
I think I have broken glass
Embedded in my I
again


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