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Array ( [sid] => 172257 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => To The Rattle. [time] => 2012-04-30 11:41:19 [hometext] => I don't know what to say. It's about life, chains, lessons, expression freedom and death. And it's long......... [bodytext] => Contained, nay confined within the walls of this leathery heart of mine, wrestles a love divine.

A nemesis that thunders around my bower.

Seeping through the crack where rhyme fails to connect with reason. And it yearns.

Oh how it yearns to be free of this prison it so despises.

It bleeds such a sorrowful song, along the haunted corridors, where mawkish crows enter into noisy debate with careful doves.

It pumps my heart.

It aches.

It loves.

A dark timbre'd sanctuary, built upon the bedrock of lessons long since forgotten.

Long since misunderstood.

Long since rotten.

Seared into existence through pure scorched experience.

I hoist my colours and claim this highly tensile web borne of my own design. For 'tis truly mine.

Hark! the combines approach.

A truth doth encroach.

This world, this illusion. This lie, is caught between the panted breaths of expectant contractions.

Broken waters.

Flooded lands.

Blooded hands.

Scant distractions.

Those that did, no longer can.

Those that could?

Where is the man,

within,

that does some good?

Aaahhh, 'tis no matter, nor point of concern. For I will be pressed and placed according to my kind.

My cards to fall as petals, succumbed, to the terminus of their season.

To dance upon chequered floors.

A line against the chequered past.

That leads me now, along a different path.

Shadowed, upon electric paper.

Harrowed, within eclectic caper.

The determined face,
of one more battle.

Along my race.

To the rattle. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Raggie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
To The Rattle.

Contributed by Raggie on Monday, 30th April 2012 @ 11:41:19 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



Contained, nay confined within the walls of this leathery heart of mine, wrestles a love divine.

A nemesis that thunders around my bower.

Seeping through the crack where rhyme fails to connect with reason. And it yearns.

Oh how it yearns to be free of this prison it so despises.

It bleeds such a sorrowful song, along the haunted corridors, where mawkish crows enter into noisy debate with careful doves.

It pumps my heart.

It aches.

It loves.

A dark timbre'd sanctuary, built upon the bedrock of lessons long since forgotten.

Long since misunderstood.

Long since rotten.

Seared into existence through pure scorched experience.

I hoist my colours and claim this highly tensile web borne of my own design. For 'tis truly mine.

Hark! the combines approach.

A truth doth encroach.

This world, this illusion. This lie, is caught between the panted breaths of expectant contractions.

Broken waters.

Flooded lands.

Blooded hands.

Scant distractions.

Those that did, no longer can.

Those that could?

Where is the man,

within,

that does some good?

Aaahhh, 'tis no matter, nor point of concern. For I will be pressed and placed according to my kind.

My cards to fall as petals, succumbed, to the terminus of their season.

To dance upon chequered floors.

A line against the chequered past.

That leads me now, along a different path.

Shadowed, upon electric paper.

Harrowed, within eclectic caper.

The determined face,
of one more battle.

Along my race.

To the rattle.




Copyright © Raggie ... [ 2012-04-30 11:41:19]
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Re: To The Rattle. (User Rating: 1 )
by deusdeira on Monday, 30th April 2012 @ 05:22:30 PM AEST
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wow... that was Impressive. Original, beautiful, and deeply emotional. I LOVED it. Rarely do I find a poem like this on this site. No poem is perfect, but you came close.

I think these two lines are stunning:

"A dark timbre'd sanctuary, built upon the bedrock of lessons long since forgotten. "

"My cards to fall as petals, succumbed, to the terminus of their season. "

Emotion Captured!




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