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Friday, November 4, 2011

Dancing On The Edge...Of Forever

I feel turned around, yanked about...pushed and shoved can leave one retching for redemption, vomiting their sorrow. Time takes time to take forever...then however fleeting forsaken was or wants to be, it's gone...all but forgotten.

A lonely cry echoes immortality, it 'tis the forsaken, sorrowful moan of retribution in full bloom, screeching out it's anguish, painted on the sky...STOP. I can venture NO further, unarmed and un-alarmed... vulnerable to slings and arrows, bad seeds planted by bad human beings, who all basically suck... at this particular moment,memory serves it's sentence (with a notable exception or two).

Nakedness precedes knowledge...knowledge itself falls far short of the ideal...wisdom so sweet the suckle, a bosom of ignorance we feed at the TV comes cheap, tomorrow costs a fortune for those who know TRUTH... fall far forward, face fear and repent to eternity's graceful promise...

Steer clear, the Masquerade Ball of hate, avoid that fearful tango, walk the  waltz of the dance floor no longer seems so crowded...a spectral shadow tap-dances out Morse Code: tick-tock, tick-tock...a snare-drum, snapshot of one's very own past. This HERE Grim Reaper packs a grin...slow-mo, top-spin & in and out me, hate me, love me, hate me, love me, love me, love me...LORD, Amen

(PHOTO: Kathy Tomson)

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