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picking stones
for worrying in pockets
and though we hate
to think
for throwing
animal man
shameful and faulted
so few rise above
only the animals are noble
talent like true leaders shine
and everyone strives
for the crown
throwing shit
like Trent wrote
Like Cash sang
predictable masses
burning their martyrs
and feeling glad
smoting fires for fools gold
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Comments
Race_9togo
Wed, 2011-03-16 16:00
Hi Steve
As usual I can find nothing wrong,
and as usual you took me to that timeless space you always so skillfully create.
I was taken to the stoning wall, lining up with the others with stones in my pockets,
reminding me how far I still need to go.
Awesome stuff.
I've told you this before, I'll tell you again: you are one of the few on Neopoet whom I make a point to always read.
Thanks
Respectfully, Race
"Laws and Rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" - Race-9togo
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Esker
Wed, 2011-03-16 16:39
dear jim
how I have cast stones
and feel them now
and go to my cave
and lick my wounds
and howl at the moon
feeling the hurt
now I know how it feels
now its my turn
Karma says a close old lover
and shes right
Thank You for the support
Nordic cloud
Sun, 2011-03-20 09:24
Some stones saved for casting
Some stones saved for casting
dance on the surface of the waters of time,
other sink
or turn from sailing to sinking
alternately
and all end up drowned,
some still lie in the pocket
coveted.
LuvAnn.
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.