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Perditions Parade....

Glitter glue laced ticker tape.... Of colourful confetti covering such sight More and more, their eyes dipped in tars Infectious quills, beneath these softened feathers Penetrating, their own fatalities cryptograms.... As they aimlessly blend a colludeds pretentious purpose? Bending this times fading, unto its very own knees! Within these, their poisoned spoiled schemes Buried beneath such smiling lotus faces; cracked These mannequins dressed in their own dark blank black.... Messengers without a promises clue; not knowing whom they are? Perditions offspring they seem; these, children of the sintarians star Venin poised at the tip of their tongues! Hidden, behind sacrilegious' ruby red lips Drippings, of a partings depository decay? Trying to spread their gangrenous green blood Throughout my venous' veraciously pulsing veins Like liquid streams of futility.... These pantomimes' grand charades Parabolics, with hollowed fangs! Puppets, upon their powdered strings Amid the soul asylums sanctuary Of the indeed, vanguards inane.... Colourless confetti, permeating my sight This contributor, of the jet black pain Spawned, by the principality of invectives, inverted cross The bleakest paramour amid the paralax of their unknowings Souls, thrice times dead.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Perditions Parade

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Date: 10/12/2010 2:25:00 PM
Interesting thoughts penned...Sara
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Date: 7/31/2010 11:14:00 PM
this sounds so unique, like they're your very own words, but im not surprised this all came from you, John.you made me feel the darkness in this poem. by the way, i know i've been gone for a while. sorry for the late reply. im back now, and happy to read.(: ~Always&Forever Lynette
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Date: 7/24/2010 5:09:00 AM
Your soul seems to be so restless with all these poems about death...Reading your poem, I was just thinking that some people plan their own funeral...that seems so creepy to me. I think that death is not the end of us and we shouldn't fear it. We all die eventually, but it is more important that we leave a part of us to our loved ones...that's the only way we can reach immortality. Kisses, Emily
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Date: 7/23/2010 7:52:00 PM
Very dark indeed. This is good as it seems it will be an excellent addition to a book.
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Date: 7/11/2010 11:22:00 AM
Wow, John! Amazing as usual! Well, we have been warned-all of us, yet again. While we read this there is still time. Time to make a choice still, to choose life not death, today. Physical death is not the end, though sad for our loved ones, but spiritual death goes beyond that-it's eternal..it's final! Everything is lost.....a place of no hope, no light. And I love the title... Hope you're doing fine. Thanks for being just you... John Rhinem. Love, Audrey
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Date: 7/10/2010 10:03:00 PM
Hi John, This poem is a very well written and a very powerful message - So many people live their lives while killing their soul - God Bless you John, mj
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