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Post by Mikepoet on May 10, 2004 9:46:49 GMT -5
I see ones a lying Mirth’s facially expressed I think I envy him he smiled right into death.
I see another could be his brother cause they all look he same. Though I’ve heard that some Sheppard’s can correctly call them by name.
Counting the Sheep would be easy; it’s these faces of death that’s hard to go to sleep counting dead sheep with philosophies of a Bard.
Each shows emotions sewed the final look while they are dying The overview of their life from the eye within their mind
I wonder what I will think as life’s flashes in front of my eyes. Success or failure on Deaths brink existence lived self-analyzed.
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Post by John Barnett on May 12, 2004 17:28:25 GMT -5
Nice write Mike, great piece
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Post by Mikepoet on May 12, 2004 18:40:32 GMT -5
Thanks I am not real sure where I was going with it though.
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Post by bloodredtears on May 13, 2004 10:23:14 GMT -5
very interesting piece mike...i loved the first two stanzas...sometimes ending a poem is really really difficult...but this one wrapped up pretty well....good job
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Chaotic_Thetis
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Bleed me! For i have witnessed yet remained silent.Slay me! For i had your love and kept it.
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Post by Chaotic_Thetis on May 16, 2004 9:31:07 GMT -5
Sets a rather eery image, "counting dead sheep" sort of takes a twist to the childlike connotations to actually counting sheep before bed. Clever twist and i like the idea it's exposing, nicely done.
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Post by Mikepoet on May 16, 2004 20:21:35 GMT -5
I do not think it's done yet, this does not mean I will finish it though. ;DI cannot stick to the same thing for long.
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