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cloudy lamposts on silver lined streets
By knightmirror
sliding glass tapestries
reflect bitterness like the burning
beam of a magnifying lens
brandishing bile tastes of lonely
whispers into autistic mouths
speaking in tounges like puppets on
shredding strings gestured by
phantoms of shaded darkness lurking
under our feet
whirlwindecisivessels
carry bit and pieces of ourselves
droppingorgeouseless
packages exploding on the ground
lacking the parachute
of predatory
pressure
opening hollow doorways
calling names of past lives knowing
familiar sounds rescue
conscious from calamities dillemas
sincere in saving serenity
from sinking into pools of imaginary
clouded streets lined with
flyers for a harmonious gathering of
angels singing in keys only
dreamed of
so unfold your wings and come fly with me
to the colloseum of cancerous
life being shared for free
no ticket needed
just
close
your eyes
no voices are sung
quite
like
angels choirs
look at the crowd flood the silver
lined streets
smile with me
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Copyright 2004 knightmirror
Published on Monday, September 20, 2004.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "cloudy lamposts on silver lined streets"
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On Thursday, September 23, 2004, NikesRain
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wrote:
Woven with sadness but so beautifully written. Dreamlike in it's tone. "so unfold your wings and come fly with me to the colloseum ...." made it more so. Outstanding write
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A former member wrote:
Hmm.. "whispers into autistic mouths" - I love that. This made me feel heavy hearted.. until I got to the whole fly with me part.. which relieved it.. Mm, lovely.
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