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My life reveals through art and poetry.I find this satisfaction through literature.
 
My life reveals through art and poetry.I find this satisfaction through literature.
  
Retarded
 
  
Oh, what did you do
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Moonlit
to the poetic corpse?
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Marveallous scent
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marching down the road.
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My dear
 
soldier of death,
 
finally you came
 
back
 
where worms lay
 
on the ground.
 
  
Didn't lose faith
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At the edge of a brain
in your
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fighting abilities;
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born in the dark
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pool
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of blood.
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I know
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I lay with my thoughts;
you listen to
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them:
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the intrigued sound
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of dying war.
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The one
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close to your mind
that's going to
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stalk you
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entire eternity.
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Suffering for
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the fragile mob.
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No surprise
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you're said to be
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a fool.
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(Lady of Poetry)
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a spear; constrain.
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Hands push it along the line;
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was a contract with birth
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your guardian angel once did sign.
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Glorious words of moral
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Arms sail with force
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spare-haired legs; dark; a moonlit night
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stroke the surface of my white
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A short sigh of relief reveals remorse.
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                                                          (Lady of Poetry)
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I suppose my own blog site might be more helpful to characterize me: [http://www.ladyofpoetry.blogspot.com www.ladyofpoetry.blogspot.com] , [http://www.ladyofpoetry.beepworld.de www.ladyofpoetry.beepworld.de]

Latest revision as of 22:00, 3 June 2008

Well, what can I say more than a blank page could say in here?

My life reveals through art and poetry.I find this satisfaction through literature.


Moonlit


At the edge of a brain

I lay with my thoughts;

close to your mind

a spear; constrain.

Hands push it along the line;

was a contract with birth

your guardian angel once did sign.


Glorious words of moral


Arms sail with force

spare-haired legs; dark; a moonlit night

stroke the surface of my white

A short sigh of relief reveals remorse.


                                                         (Lady of Poetry)

I suppose my own blog site might be more helpful to characterize me: www.ladyofpoetry.blogspot.com , www.ladyofpoetry.beepworld.de