Festering anger,
it sings to the surface,
behind hollow shadows,
intelligence worthless,
we find broken idols,
entice our destruction,
this hunger so shallow,
pathetic discussion,
perceive wilted voices,
sink into our passionate
sins in the churches,
but swear we are celibate,
drinking and praying
for breath in our senses,
and greet all the opiates,
drop your defenses,
with Christ in the hallways,
align these sensations,
forget this disruption,
embrace motivations,
the ticking and tocking,
this arduous silence,
your eyes flutter open
to drink of this violence,
and beauty has weathered
beyond comprehension;
he's drenched with the horror
that stains this dimension
Author notes
It took long enough...Got my flow back. Based on "Anema," by Tool.
Written September 20th, 2006
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Wow, thanks. Haven't heard from you in awhile. It's good to know you haven't fallen off the edge of the earth. (Ever the optimist)
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Oh my god, I love this! Hey, it's Coulon, btw. But, damn, this is good!
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you are a very talented poet, man i wish i could just be that good and you prob dont even remember me but i was friends with sara and with darren. jami is my name tell sara i said hi. and anyways i love your poems all of them please keep it up most of your poems reminds me of what im going through right now.
but wonderful work on this one.
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