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The insane ramblings of a braying jackass
Tuesday, 12 December 2006
A Couple Of Poems
"The Murdered Planet"

Black snow litters the landscape
Falling from the sky like a rain of fire
Showering our vision with disappointment
While our purity gets buried under the weight

The clouds are ever thickening
Growing blacker and more numerous by the day
The sunlight struggles for a window
As we forget the feel of a warm touch

The stars hang as reminders
Taunting us with dreams of worlds away
Where lives are untouched, unbroken, and unnoticed
The last remaining mysteries from our eyes
Places hoping never to be discovered
Hoping never to feel a hand constricting the throat
Choking the air of salvation
Moving further and further into the blackness
And losing their way in the dark

We listen to the wind
Whispering sweet nothings in our ears
Running off to places much sweeter
And leaving us prisoners of our own decay

We're kissed by the moonlight
As it illuminates the shadows in which we cower
Lending credence to the spectres
That walk alone upon our murdered planet


"Lilac Perfume"

Your words hang in the air,
Stilted, stifled, stigmata from your mouth,
You claim to preach the gospel,
But only lies flow through your lips

Your words hang in the air,
Little balloons of ego that float in front of your face,
Every lie, every mistake,
They taunt you as they float on the breeze

Your gaze shoots icy knives, trying to wound your words,
Shoot them down from out of the sky before they can be heard,
Before they can reveal the pain from which they were created

Your words hang in the air,
Tethered to your neck, a noose you can't outrun
The shadows don't protect your secrets
They glow like a lantern from within you

Your words hang in the air,
Like the lingering remnants of a lilac perfume,
Sweet on the surface, delicate inside,
And purple like the bruises on your soul

Posted by planet/strokeonce at 6:46 PM EST
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