Time snarls panacea flights,
utopia bleeds in the spine's of seconds.
Dawn brings promissory luminous jewels
while painting macabre shades of grim reaper ecstasy.
Caffeine and sugar injections
affix their opiate delusion
that mortality is myth
and cemeteries merely mirages.
Cacophony clashes in cerebral stains
each hour's hands slicing
a razor's edge reality into one's Oz.
Looking for rainbows while lusting for pots of gold,
punching a time clock,
revere pricks stab for sunrises
without sunsets.
A contest entry
- Anything by Virgoan.
450 points, ended October 26, 2007, 19 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you thin
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The way you put the words with its dark yet sophisticated form makes me see more that meets the eye.
Very good piece
Thanks for sharing and keep writing.
VIRGOAN
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Thank you for the wonderful comment.
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Wow!!
Magnificent piece penned Sweetness!
What images You bring forth
Love the words:
razor's edge reality into one's Oz.
Oy!!
Love this
Many blessings to You in the contest
Best wishes too
and my Love
~ Desire~*~
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Thank you darling for the great comment.
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Today I lived this with a friend how well you displayed the day. How little they see the sunrise. The night they long for kills another day. Thank you for sharing - best of luck in the contest.
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Thank you for the wonderful comment
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