Black Poetry : What the Bones Say

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  1. miko

    miko New Member MEMBER

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    Mother,
    my father,
    Ancestor;
    I didn't ask you for
    These trophies of your
    Passing;


    In the distant
    river I caught
    those city skeletons,
    In their netted caravans
    Rising,
    And so I ran and cowered
    Away
    Into the mountain's
    Berry vines;


    I heard your wither wind
    Coming,
    All too cold and eager
    To tell your children,
    What the bones
    Say.
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    awaken / clicking / speaking this was awesome

    welcome to the house of poetry's playground of Destee.com
     
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    and if there is a way to escape into yourself then i surely know how to do that.......

    this is deep!!!

    at this point I can hear the wind, and once upon a time I even cared what it meant ... guess my attitude right now is that if I knock for the devil he just might answer!

    I am personally drawn to this piece.. it is amazing!!

    I'm new too but I guess a welcome is in order.
     
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