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The Horrid Myth of Obeisance
By Child of GOD
Imagine this
this sequin kiss
to bid the world goodnight.
When may this happen?
Can we stop clapping?
Will we diminish air?
May we begin dying?
Can we start crying?
When will we die here?
I see obeisance too fair,
omen bliss to care,
industrial kiss to bear
Rambling this
this jaded kiss
to burn the world goodnight.
To see,
to see sparrows fighting wind
to break love in kindled flare.
This life, borned to fear and sin
is quenched by fiery air.
To forsake,
forsake all that is loved.
to speak hatred like shattered blood
This little, shray dove
flew to heaven beloved.
This is life to thee
Be freed,
be free to me.
Please love my death,
loathe my breath
and breathe life to me.
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© 2008 JADEDEDGE
Published on Monday, August 25, 2008.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "The Horrid Myth of Obeisance"
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On Tuesday, August 26, 2008, Echoes of Orpheus
(359)
wrote:
interesting rhyme plays, and I am a fan of inconsistency or scattered appearance as was demonstrated here. an intriguing piece overall, write on.
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On Monday, August 25, 2008, DIATRICUS
(64) wrote:
very nice... loved the "burn the world goodnight" line! thanks!
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