She stands there silent as the marbled stone
Listening to the screams of the drowned and lost sailors
Past the gurgling, insipid, sounds of the forced waves
Wrapped around the neck with rope to asphixisated, perverted, graves
She comes to you most often in your last moments of death
Holding onto the ledge as the water, lubricates and forces you to drown
Falling down forever, like an eddying and errant feather in the silent vacumn
It is your body and flesh I manage to trick and hypnotise and finally assume
Past the crystalised, methane, ice rings around the Giant and majestic Jupiter orb
Towards the mystery of the perfect monolith that contains all the actions of the occult
Into the geometric and classic, white marbles of a triganometry classroom in deep space
Replicated sometimes in the many genetic combinations that tumble and form a human face
She stands all sad and all alone....
In the beach along the Pink Floyd surfing waves that echoed the Pompeii stone
Lava running under the Lacrima Christi grapes of the red mother's bloody curse
As the clip clip hooves of the ungodly are carried away in an elaborate Victorian hearse
She shakes her hips and gulps and manages to breathe....
That woman that you so often try and capture in the sexshops and windows of the slease
What is the name of this fountain that tumbles and cascades within my stoned head?
I think I have gone to heaven quietly and just wonder am I really alive or dead?
Author notes
Author Georges. Goddess Sophia known as the mother of all.
A contest entry
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Ah, this one is very, very nice. Thank you for your entry and good luck in the contest.
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very nice and very unique. I really enjoyed this. it kept my attention, and I love the line:
"I think I have gone to heaven quietly and just wonder am I really alive or dead?"
It's just a perfect ending!
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wowwwwww take another hit on blueyez!
This is amazing but I would expect nothing less from you grandpapa! 
Much Love
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Excellent !
I really like this one. Keep up the great work.
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Superb
A most unique write. Very well written. Intriguing imagery. -
wow, this 'was' in fact a 'very' interesting piece, (as the other guy sad before) if not rather obscure... ive never heard of a statue being portreyed this way before, its strange and foreign to me, yet weirdly fitting... lol, intracicy confuses me, so i am officially confused in a brilliant way by this poem... suffice to say it made me think!
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Nice way of interpreting a statue. This was quite the creative piece! The emotions and imagery were outstanding!!
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INteresting
Yeah so I think that you may have an issue here that we need to discuss. You are obsessed with a statue. Wierdo. lol. This is a nice piece. It has alot more emotion than I could come up with for a statue...It is moving, to say the least. Thanks for sharing. Love and Peace, Charlene.
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