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Array ( [sid] => 177162 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Three Red Cherrys [time] => 2013-11-12 20:41:48 [hometext] => [bodytext] => he has no kind
in that sense
he is kindless
a lone wolf
blinded by his own blindness
fearing being fearless
he cowers behind bluffs
seemingly seamless
deliriously delirious
lies stacked upon lies
keeping up is rough
goodbye after goodbyes
his truths become his realness
told with fervor and intensity
his pleasure now his illness
a picture of craziness
tossed in with a propensity
for tossing in a tragedy
here and there
crossed from eternity
by a vengeful god
his sins
blasphemy
from above
words blasphemous
religion his cacophony
beautiful songs sung
symbolic painting stain the ceilings of the sun
the ram's horn blown
the deal is done
freedom
in its complete totality
erupting naked
in harmonious harmony
dancing strangers
arm in arm
twirl until the moon breaks the dawn
mildew stained underpants
tell a story of romance
kissing birds flocking towards
the rest of the slithering swarm
the nectar of each others love
to victory
goes to the spoils
as versions erupt
voices succumb
he tells stories
of monsters
under the bed in the dark
before the end of the start
he falls asleep
with visions of her
princess in white

____
__

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Three Red Cherrys

Contributed by jyssvw22 on Tuesday, 12th November 2013 @ 08:41:48 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



he has no kind
in that sense
he is kindless
a lone wolf
blinded by his own blindness
fearing being fearless
he cowers behind bluffs
seemingly seamless
deliriously delirious
lies stacked upon lies
keeping up is rough
goodbye after goodbyes
his truths become his realness
told with fervor and intensity
his pleasure now his illness
a picture of craziness
tossed in with a propensity
for tossing in a tragedy
here and there
crossed from eternity
by a vengeful god
his sins
blasphemy
from above
words blasphemous
religion his cacophony
beautiful songs sung
symbolic painting stain the ceilings of the sun
the ram's horn blown
the deal is done
freedom
in its complete totality
erupting naked
in harmonious harmony
dancing strangers
arm in arm
twirl until the moon breaks the dawn
mildew stained underpants
tell a story of romance
kissing birds flocking towards
the rest of the slithering swarm
the nectar of each others love
to victory
goes to the spoils
as versions erupt
voices succumb
he tells stories
of monsters
under the bed in the dark
before the end of the start
he falls asleep
with visions of her
princess in white

____
__





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Re: Three Red Cherrys (User Rating: 1 )
by holderofthestone on Tuesday, 19th November 2013 @ 04:36:42 PM AEST
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Awesome write! Vivid use of words and imagery.
Great poem


Re: Three Red Cherrys (User Rating: 1 )
by alicewhite on Tuesday, 26th November 2013 @ 11:32:52 PM AEST
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I absolutely adore your poems, especially this one,, so well written, and the theme that runs through is totally on my level, I think your profoundly talented, shall be reading more,x



Re: Three Red Cherrys (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Sunday, 18th May 2014 @ 03:55:12 PM AEST
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beautiful! an exquisite write, hugs n' love nessa




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