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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required He's running out of Colour. *eternity eternal mind over matter *He forms combative images of daffodils and lilac hedges The Grey Seeps From his Eyes. * His heart holds abundance, life close, close as a shield Nature is Turning Black. * All of the mind intent melds a joyfull palette into an encompassing black - Can't You Smell Their bitter Entrails? * Retching he adds fodder to ripen the ground for rebirth. He Could. He felt them weave *Balance sought to assert dominance over discord with the Fathers hand. In and out of His Senses, *Mesmerizing optiforms presenting themselves Alienating his Perceptions. * He strains to hold human concepts dear. - Count the Bodies, Count the Women and The New-Borns if You Want? * From Death, Life, from Life, Death *the endless circle sustains his weakening heart. It's Just Math. No longer *The count down, or up? continues……. Did Time Stress Relevance. The Sky was Red: and Empty. *Empty, yet, the promise of nature abhorrence of a vacuum ..screams. - If You Wait, They'll Come Back for You *And you, son of God, child of the Mother will deal……- He Walked Through Various Flesh *Seeing the shell for what it was …casing of soul….. Obscenities, Traveling for Miles. *Caricatures of Man, insults only to ego long gone. But The Smell, The Smell Had Followed Him. - Where's Your God Now? *………………Now and forever, his soul answers, eternal in the heart of man *……………………beating with the pulse of the Universe…….. *…………………………Ashes to ashes…..dust to God……….- *I felt it necessary for my soul to reply, please forgive me Conor? A month of wicked was too much without a reply.
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