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The Conductor
Contributed by
Contralogicus
on
Sunday, 28th December 2003 @ 04:49:04 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Conduct the bitter symphony,
As if with fever,
Wave your sickly arms,
Awaken cacophony,
Pontificate as a true believer,
With all your evil charms.
Move the tortured violin,
To echo madness,
Frantic make the bow,
With the subtleties of sin,
Kill the flowers, blossom-less,
And find new seed to sow.
Fill the anxious flute,
With breath as cold,
As winters chilling clasp,
Make all else mute,
While the flute does unfold,
A story unlike the violins rasp.
Cause the drum to pour,
From out its hollow mold,
A terrible yawn born in hell,
Let rhythm fall to the floor,
Revive the lies you often told,
And with the drum, once again do tell.
Give new life to the horn,
With notes to pierce the air,
Fill them with the tragic,
To bring forth the forlorn,
With every movement swear,
Your life unto this magic.
Copyright ©
Contralogicus
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2003-12-28 16:49:04]
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Re: The Conductor
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by Wrybod on
Saturday, 17th January 2004 @ 04:38:30 AM AEST
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Then in grand finale
conjure up a storm
trancend all emotion
far above the norm
leave the mind suspended
stunned!.......bereft of form.
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