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Broken roots.

I know nothing but know this,
snakes shall bleat and lambs shall hiss,
parts shall die and none shall miss,
poison in the welcome kiss.

I know nothing but see all,
sap will rise and rocks shall fall,
normal now what did appall,
turmoil shall the mass enthrall.

I know nothing do not heed,
I have never felt the need,
careful in the things I read,
knowing that we all should weed.

I know nothing but can see,
walls surround we are not free,
pay no heed, I'm only me,
just one branch of a rotting tree.

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  • Justusdreams
    February 4
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    Would you be interested in using some of your poems in a short I'm making. I have this idea that I can't really express here, music would be even better. I could write you a contract and all could be done over email. It's a bit of a strange question, but its for my school and many of the films have gone to Sundance. Let me know. This one is right on point.


  • rhondasail
    February 7, 2008

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    Whoa!...Powerful imagery, poet. I'm glad I read your profile first. Still in all, you have a dark, sarcastic, witty style that appeals to me somehow...Strange this, since I am quite a 'believer'(dare I admit this here?lol). 'Broken roots.' is a wonderfully rich title for so rending a write...sorry for the alliteration, wasn't intended. Just a comment to say...good stuff in here. Peace, Rhonda