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Disturbed Reasons


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Written by August Blackwood   
Tuesday, 18 March 2008

Look under your eyes

Down at yourself

As you stand there,

Unearthed from the browness.

Darkness prevails

And rolls through the clouds that soar above you.

Laugh at the light

That shines through them.

Icky, sticky, smelly rain

Pours down on you.

And you think all you can,

Think

Til

You return

To the home bent

beneath you,

bent by the shovel

That lays by the man

That lies himself against the ground,

Cold and motionless.

But all shall return

When the dance breaks

 

Tonight.

 


Disturbed,

 

 


Your reasonings

 

 

 


Will perish

 

 

 

 


From time.



Copyright 2008 August Blackwood
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Posted by R.E.Potter
2008-03-18 12:57:44
,,,

There once was a man from nantucket,,,now those are the poems I can understand...Damn, I wish I could be more interlectually(sp) capable of comprehension. Great poem,,I assume.
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Posted by Tarhead Mugwump
2008-03-18 13:03:05
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Posted by Tarhead Mugwump
2008-03-18 13:03:32
the wording

was excellent. i'm one of those puttin me in the ground doesn't end it guys so the message - although clear, is for someone else...

you have a wonderful style of writing!
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Posted by Tarhead Mugwump
2008-03-18 13:05:04
hey!

somebody jacked my body on that first one!

"your honor," he plead, "i have never been a dot or a dash my entire life!"
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Posted by nick711
2008-03-18 13:37:23
....

this is really good. meanings of poems always sift straight through me but i loved how it all fit together.

well done.
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Posted by Sad Sara
2008-03-19 06:28:25
I love...

Abstract Poetry as it depicts yer mindset during the moment of reading, unfortunately, my mind is ugly at the moment of this reading, maybe tomorrow I'll find something more cordial to abstract from yer beautiful verse...

Hell is individual,

we all make our own hell

in this world

and the next.

It is timeless,

a hopeless place

where my essence

has no meaning...

Loved yer Poem, yer moved something in me, even if it was dark, yer still managed to stir my emotions.

Take care Poetess,

'Anna
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