Falcon2001 Posted July 21, 2002 Report Posted July 21, 2002 Leading a new time in the line A different experience to me Poetry flows from my lips Giving birth to life expanding I whirl in black nothingness A part of me I treasure not But even more I hold so dear An imperfect angel in black I dye my soul in shades of light Purely fictional feelings of blight An imperfect angel, that's what I am An angel bereft or wings or a tan Neophyte, a martyr of sound Twirling and whirling, death comes Soundless drums carry my head And echos of shadows hate indeed I spin without wings, trust in fate Die lonely, but confident My ability far exceeds myself And I know so very little Music is life, without it I'd burn Alone in a soul-less, hopeless world A word is a magic, no matter the cost But the price was my sanity, have I lost? A bad moon rising, covered Hatred filling up the space between An imperfect angel rides on a star Flinging deadly dust to lively sites Hair of raven with eyes of thunder Bereft of wings or angelic raiments I stand alone with my golden lies Spread the word of the Fallen One! An Imperfect Angel, that's all I am Nothing more, nothing less to most I sleep within the worked mind of God And die deep within satan's fist
Guest XelnagaTheFirst Posted July 22, 2002 Report Posted July 22, 2002 I really enjoyed this work, thank you for sharing it with us . I liked the martr of sound part it really caught my eye and my mental awarness . very good Xelnaga "You are such an inspiration for the ways that i will never ever choose to be, oh so many ways for me to show you how your saint has abandoned you" Edited by: XelnagaTheFirst at: 7/21/02 9:40:53 pm
The Big Pointy One Posted July 22, 2002 Report Posted July 22, 2002 Wow, this is quite simply one of the best poems I've heard/read in a long time, period. Excellent work, my friend! BigPointyStick ----------------- Wielder of the BPS Companion of Mr.Bunny "I can throw knives!" Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?
The Portrait of Zool Posted July 22, 2002 Report Posted July 22, 2002 Indeed. Very good. ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Master of Magic and Mayhem, The Moonlit Realm Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.
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