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By Max-Rom Date: 2011 Jun 08 Comment on this Work [[2011.06.08.15.28.15402]] |
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Words like daggers slice at us, Like lava, the pain flows so hot - It no longer resembles the sting, No longer an aroma of death, of parchmented lips. Love, our internal geyser springs forth Forgiveness lends to freedom As regret prelude to fall Arctic hearts No forgiveness, No amnesia to the mistakes of yesteryear. Flowering sustenance Dew unto morning Blooms sprouting like notes From my souls womb Clouds have lifted! Sweet is the syrup dripping from my spirit This peace is uttering calm Whispering a quiet to shock the still moments Under a dreadful heel When time slows to a pattering murmur, When lights soften on command And hearts gush in this season's renewal, Spring rejoices to find winter post mortem Floundering flight paths Whirling reckless to and fro, Cry Out! Discovering doomsday alive, without masks to vent The debris and shrapnel swirling endlessly Through this fog of confusion and doubt, Cry Out! Copyright 2011, Joseph A. Hardy aka Max-Rom |