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Rust-ruined Rivers

When time has shifted
white gates lost
passion and
rust-ruined rivers
run before your door

false truths be thrown
to lie upon your floor
nasty, dead fish -
stink, as lies, no more.

Stenched karma from
which liars smell -
dipped in batter
deep fried in hell 

forehead branded 
recipes of blamed
lies, you deny-while your 
tongue chokes as
it swells

bones swallowed of
which fish you forgot
you had long ago caught;
truth's vapors seeping out 
your pores

rust-ruined rivers
rush in once more
as the sea greets the shore

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Date: 11/8/2009 4:12:00 AM
I enjoyed reading thank you Regina. Love, Carol
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Date: 11/7/2009 8:13:00 PM
Tim, I have posted here before; a couple of years ago - I have grown since then. I post on and have developed from the help of my peers. is fairly new and has a select few members of which would be much better if more persons who are serious about poetry and constructive critisism would join. The members helped me beyond what I would have ever expected from myself. Thanks for reading.
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Date: 11/7/2009 6:25:00 AM
Another gem!! Great allegory...I assume you are new to the Soup? If so....Welcome! Looking forward to reading more! - Tim
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