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Shadows
Contributed by
MisterShedz
on
Wednesday, 13th January 2010 @ 11:21:08 AM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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The black corridor, where light hides
Rooms, filled with treasures and the anger of
Orphans.
Death.
Injury.
Threats.
The night is our day.
Family, so recently the enemy
Now loved
Decaying rooftops, as the bodies of children
Are dragged away.
The law stands above the Filth.
Men delivered to the door by the
Shadows.
THE MAN BEHIND THE DESK SITS PROUD.
Past is beyond our reach.
Traps are turned back on us.
Windows are broken
The rope goes taut.
Knives lie in the grass.
THE MAN BEHIND THE DESK LAUGHS.
The Smiling Girl is here.
Walking the alleys and looking for Shadows
Now in our home.
Our only safety lies in our masks.
There are no secrets found. Only places.
The face at the window.
The scars on the arms.
Let there be love, for a moment.
Manufacture love.
Betrayal dances along the knifes edge.
The Girl will always Smile.
THE MAN BEHIND THE DESK SCOWLS.
Men line the streets, waiting to see the Shadows
In the sunset.
The darkness has hostages
And mugs in the great wide open.
Recognition is hate.
The Shadows turn their backs.
THE MAN BEHIND THE DESK IS BLEEDING.
In the past, throats are cut and
Children sleep naked in the red.
Knives lie in severed hands.
We see passion in the short blades.
Death shines.
A thousand bombs that will never explode.
The lines are down. Men are coming.
On rooftops you see all
But then you fall and
Burn.
A letter written to us by name
Green hair, and two wheels.
Green eyes with black fire.
The receiver hisses threats with flowers,
An eye at the keyhole stares at the
Underwater tan.
Blue hair, read face,
Five card trick. Aces high.
The Shadows Ace Of Spades.
Undrunk wine. White.
The night. Black.
Your lips. Pink.
THE SHARK WAITS PATIENTLY.
A Shark with eyes in the back of its head,
A mouth that tastes of brass.
Unwrapped, undelivered.
Your lips. Mine.
Secrets found. Allowed.
The scream in the night
Rips at hearts and wakes
Us drown in blood.
The windows are still broken.
Guns.
Chaos.
Death.
The Shark drowns.
The New Man Behind The Desk
Has just popped out for five minutes.
Ill get him to call you back.
Fathers of Shadows return from tired darkness.
White and black in the sex of violence.
CLINK. CLINK. CLINK. CLINK.
Black and blue. Now black.
Now falling. The blade in the night.
Awake.
The past dances on our laps.
More fathers for the Shadows.
Gunpowder, incense and wine,
The cross of blood.
White ghost.
Repent, as the women strike you,
As sparks fly into faces,
The bullets fall and the whiskey is gone.
A childs hand in yours,
And a gun.
Swords and scythes my stab my eyes,
But cats can see forever.
Life is in the paper recycling bin.
Statues break. The cats close their eyes.
You are electric.
You are kissed.
YOU ARE THE SHADOWS.
Copyright ©
MisterShedz
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2010-01-13 11:21:08]
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Re: Shadows
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 13th January 2010 @ 12:00:01 PM AEST
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Redemtion for shepards shun
superior form and delivery
there is an intangable, familiar force
truth is effervescent here
and brutally perpetual
-D.Truth |
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Re: Shadows
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by laststarontheleft on
Wednesday, 13th January 2010 @ 02:35:34 PM AEST
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WOW!!! This is abstract with a vengeance!
Very, very good...
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Re: Shadows
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by Keykey on
Wednesday, 13th January 2010 @ 03:42:43 PM AEST
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I can't find words to describe this poem. I loved it alot. I actually saw the images in my head.
Beautiful poem. |
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