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Post by liquidpromise on Sept 20, 2006 23:11:58 GMT -6
A magical moment A mystical embrace From the slashing of hope Interwoven in blood coated lace
Curdled My dreams have slowly soured Feelings of helplessness Has eagerly empowered
The child from the womb The child made of flesh The child that lingers in a body of a soul That has been rather quickly dismissed
I pray for not That I may and ought Have a life of phantasmal giving One that is lost has often sought
Take me to another realm Some place safe Where I can grow steadily But at my own pace
Where I am not But a mere image of those who prey Upon the starlets of innocence This time and age
Give me a looking glass Upon a doorway through window’s pane And I will fall gladly into this fantasy Where magician’s play
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Post by DavidMc on Sept 21, 2006 5:49:56 GMT -6
Another superbly profound offering Lauren. You certainly make this reader happy David
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Post by liquidpromise on Sept 23, 2006 4:56:48 GMT -6
*Smiles~
Thank you ...
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Post by anirbas on Sept 24, 2006 1:26:41 GMT -6
Yes, as David said, a reader's delight, Lauren. I admire your style, lady.
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"Curdled My dreams have slowly soured Feelings of helplessness Has eagerly empowered"
~fragmentation of Laurenic verse
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Post by liquidpromise on Sept 28, 2006 5:49:35 GMT -6
*smiles~
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