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keep sorting the stones
By whisperer
checked.....written spasms and the agony of being brain fried
stone upon stone removed and inspected, stamped with a date number and
replaced
too many for one year
silent hills of maggot infested hellos
and silver plated goodbyes
i hate them both
one through twelve ringed around the finger of accusation
is it time
or chances....
keep sorting the stones
readily identifiable excuses and failures spring up like weeds
canstant gardener of inborn malliable pretences
leg chains
keep sorting the stones
who's burning cross can i bear next
bible thumping pussies
i could throw you a lot further than i could trust you
words are steps to a dance but it's a fight to dictate the music isn't
it
keep sorting the stones
easy in it's reckless abandon out is a climb
keep playing the game until someone runs out of reason
and rhyme
anesthetized way too much anymore
keep sorting the stones
the opening comes in a matter of words
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© 2006 whisperer
Published on Friday, January 27, 2006.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
Comments on "keep sorting the stones"
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A former member wrote:
Beautifully rendered..in a sort of hollow, detached fashion.. withdrawn from these words.. as if their presence excuses your own..
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A former member wrote:
..."silent hills of maggot infested hellos and silver plated goodbyes",, that's in my head a lot, too.. you always leave footprints.
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A former member wrote:
"maggot infested hellos/Silver plated goodbyes" this is a great poem. The Raven That Cried
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