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Sweet dreams into nutt-shells

Inhabitants of boiling vessels; poisoned blood,
no wings anymore
to escape from this sweet-darkened valley,
where death haunts on up-side-down ossifications.

Innocence is reproductive, a lost myth
between jaws of murdered machinery.
Faked commands wither into dying whispers,
powerless, fossils sit on moon's chair.

Alchemical stream feeds on theories, hollow
air-bubbles in sunlight, mind's cannibalism reveals.
Melting iron now fondles with embryonic visions.
Speechless vampirism, beaten by the mother
of all names, drown in her sea of milk.

Into my hands, a world with its liquid dreams,
mankind's compass a longing arrow into future's eye.

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Option #4: "Fog clouds the vision of paths we are to take".
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  • rrw gold member
    November 12

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    Yeah, me too. Dictionary is useful, but the mechanics of your storytelling does really do it all. A sharp edge sometimes... along with a metal grinding sound... as well as the thud of a sledgehammer. Modern society, the mechanical age, the age of reason... killing all in sight.


  • Sonya-Erasmus silver member
    November 12

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    Wow, great imagery.
    I always have to pull out a dictionary when I read your poems, and I love you for it
    These lines are just awesome
    'Faked commands wither into dying whispers,
    powerless, fossils sit on moon's chair.'
    Best of luck
    Love
    Sonya


  • Nyafushia gold member
    November 11
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    The Matrix is hollow. Thank you for sharing! Heartfelt and commanding!


  • Beautiful-N-Broken silver member
    November 11

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    Faked commands wither into dying whispers,
    powerless, fossils sit on moon's chair.

    I really liked these two lines. You did a great job with this. Thanks so much for sharing and good luck in the contest.


  • Pisces rainbow gold member
    November 11
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    very well written

     

    God bless you my friend...


  • Reptile Lady gold member
    January 15

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    Well rare is it that I am speechless! but you have penned something that has left me this way.
    Totally loved the whole poem
    Its strange addiction draws me..
    Thank you for your wonderful, deep poem
    Best wishes
    Julie

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