Far Beyond
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I slip this madness on
A new dress of desire
This funeral pyre
I stack the wood beneath
How true are these words?
With tongues wrapped about flies
The fluttering denies
Succumbing to reptilian mind
The weariness I enable
By walking far too long
In direction wrong
Just to get where they are
I do this all with a smile
For all their claws and teeth
And plans underneath
I shall leave it all behind
Arms and eyes within me fall
Comfort I find in her kiss
Far beyond bliss
None they can asunder
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May 12, 2008 at 9:08 am
although i have my smile plastered on, this is how i feel today:
“The weariness I enable
By walking far too long
In direction wrong”
thanks for this poem Ozy…
May 12, 2008 at 9:27 am
i know how you feel
http://enigma-notwhatitseems.blogspot.com/2008/01/pain.html
May 12, 2008 at 9:54 am
I love this, very beautiful! Oh and totally off topic, but I like your blogger proflie pic.
May 12, 2008 at 9:54 am
seemes somewhat apropot for a Monday
May 12, 2008 at 10:22 am
i rarely am crazy about rhyme, but this really works. and, you’re right, appropriate for a monday.
May 12, 2008 at 12:17 pm
Good stuff dude. As always.
May 13, 2008 at 4:55 am
so cool!
May 13, 2008 at 11:54 am
Great rhyming.
May 14, 2008 at 7:21 am
the whole piece is powerful,, but i am especially drawn to the thought provoked by these lines….
The weariness I enable
By walking far too long
In direction wrong
Just to get where they are
May 14, 2008 at 9:18 am
What Paisley said.