Art.trocity
By Rebel tiGer King
A work inspired by Velo.city
A powerhouse
The art
Of A graceful language
We sabbotaged the game
Pretending angels didnt fall
Playing
with the broken divine
Feathers charred from the descent
Hop scotch Memories
Day Care Tragedies
We were children
Spinning innocence like spiders web
Floating down the age
of train track romance
Bleeding out the hour glass
A
meaningful existence
A Graceful Dance with Death of Make Believe
Proportions.
We were godlike once before.
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Copyright 2012 Rebel tiGer King
Published on Monday, September 24, 2012.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Monday, September 18, 2017, Just Dave
(458) wrote:
You've got a lot of great lines packed into a short poem. Very nice write. JD
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On Sunday, October 21, 2012, GraveFlower
(249) wrote:
a lot of beautiful imagery, strong lines in here "pretending angels didnt fall" "spinning innocence like spiders web" i have enjoyed this. . .
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On Monday, September 24, 2012, Devilish
(2662) wrote:
Oh my god this is excellent. damn.. beautiful darling dark.. wow.
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On Monday, September 24, 2012, NikesRain
(1298) wrote:
a wonderful compliment to moon's piece as well... flowing with the same whimsical yet real sad tinting...
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On Monday, September 24, 2012, dwells
(4288) wrote:
Wonderfully wrought and yes, how the mighty have fallen, or rather just coming to the understanding of our very destructible existences that once seemed otherwise, cheers!
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A former member wrote:
Wow, psychedelic in nature I love this type of genre such a free verse just ride the flow, yet depth...again its been a ride into your deepness...we keep's on!
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On Monday, September 24, 2012, Vulture
(61) wrote:
and what are we now after all this? tragic? hopefully? this is lovely. :)