|Poetry for Communists and Authors (standard:poetry, 261 words)|
|Author: Thunder God||Added: Apr 23 2002||Views/Reads: 2515/1671||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Some poetry that came out in an inspired moment.|
Into the Void I bear the crimson star And breach the ignoramus My heart beats at them My brain electrifies them My pumping blood spews I spit it with my every word I show it to you I scream at the juggernaut Through the tears I bleed I show them to you I am not here My voice pierces the dark But no one is there. My paradox I work to terrify I scream to petrify I am on the stage Full of righteous rage Fighting for what I've lost But never had Enter my paradox. Watching -- Empty passion and cold blinking eyes Images flashing before our faces Darkened rooms full of anticipation The moment is already gone We are all gluttons begging For more and faster vignettes Could we ever explain it? Winter I will scream for all the ages I will pound with fists bleeding Against walls that give They will only spring back Like trampolenes in yards On hot summer days by the pool I am still cold, waiting Click here to read the rest of this story (39 more lines)
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