i courted her on a windswept plain
withstood the crossroads of her rejection
again and again
offered sage and scented candles
whispering her name
but the lady couldn't love me
squeezed water out of rocks
just to wet her lips
searched deserts for the cacti
that took her on those wild trips
still the lady wouldn't love me
said i had no soul
she said i sold it to the devil
for a roll
she walked across my ego
heading for the hills
a stone hearted woman
seeking out more thrills
once i saw fire
in those cold, pale eyes
back when i made a ministry
of believing in her lies
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malkinpuss
A contest entry
- for disciples of the Lizard King, Jim Morrison Prompts by lunarlunacy.
580 points, ended October 24, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This is awesome...loved what I read here. THANKS!!!
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Patpowersnoshoepoet
Thanks for the kudo ...much appreciated!
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once i saw fire
in those cold, pale eyes
NICE...
Write on and good luck. Later.
Dez
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squeezed water out of rocks
just to wet her lips
love that
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oooooooh, dig it!
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