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Array ( [sid] => 143705 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => This Treatise [time] => 2008-07-05 11:30:27 [hometext] => [bodytext] => This muttering, ranting treatise
Is nothing but pure
Bliss,
Coherency of a cur.

The words dripping with patron saints
The jargon phrases:
The (can’t)s and (ain’t)s,
The cant studded with, “What the blazes?”

Human with all-encompassing wings
This shadowing human
Sings
A veritable talisman.

The I can’t, I won’t, I shan’t,
Promises swayed as shanty homes
Promises with a slant,
Yet to be capped off with their comfy domes.

You are of your word.
I tally.
Of your word when stirred,
Though this is an anomaly.

The spitting anguish
Cataclysmic and red-faced
Close to a languish
Yet without a having-been-traced.

Keep a candle
For this nightly twilight
Scandal.
Keep the night bright.

Crank calls on the phone
Begging alimony,
Plots measurably phony
You and a certain crony.

What a ghost!
You would make.
To aggrandize, to boast
To spook and fake.

The beads of sweat
From a little square, taupe --
Easy to forget
So full of hope.

That epitaph
Would make me laugh
As I rest on it with my left calf,
The better half.

A pyre dripping with a patron saint
The mutterings under volume
So faint
In their ambitious tomb.

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This Treatise

Contributed by screwge on Saturday, 5th July 2008 @ 11:30:27 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

This muttering, ranting treatise
Is nothing but pure
Bliss,
Coherency of a cur.

The words dripping with patron saints
The jargon phrases:
The (can’t)s and (ain’t)s,
The cant studded with, “What the blazes?”

Human with all-encompassing wings
This shadowing human
Sings
A veritable talisman.

The I can’t, I won’t, I shan’t,
Promises swayed as shanty homes
Promises with a slant,
Yet to be capped off with their comfy domes.

You are of your word.
I tally.
Of your word when stirred,
Though this is an anomaly.

The spitting anguish
Cataclysmic and red-faced
Close to a languish
Yet without a having-been-traced.

Keep a candle
For this nightly twilight
Scandal.
Keep the night bright.

Crank calls on the phone
Begging alimony,
Plots measurably phony
You and a certain crony.

What a ghost!
You would make.
To aggrandize, to boast
To spook and fake.

The beads of sweat
From a little square, taupe --
Easy to forget
So full of hope.

That epitaph
Would make me laugh
As I rest on it with my left calf,
The better half.

A pyre dripping with a patron saint
The mutterings under volume
So faint
In their ambitious tomb.

Copyright Â© screwge ... [ 2008-07-05 11:30:27]
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Re: This Treatise (User Rating: 1 )
by wizard on Saturday, 5th July 2008 @ 12:32:18 PM AEST
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nice write..i enjoyed it...

wiz

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