Fissure Poems - Poems about Fissure

she reluctantly... dismantles her walls and let's love in long after the first perfidy, only to be struck by yet another thunderbolt ...

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Please ! Do not be afraid! I closed my eyes, in fear of that sound Not anything, but that sound itself Although a whispering voice was calming down I was afraid of the unknown, the most terrible pain. God, shall I live one more day to watch the butterfly? Please let me know, i am waiting in my darkest hours...

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A Fissure of Color She lay the cloth against her head A cloth of silk and silken hair To wear a bonnet , brilliant gold Priceless gems to adorn her ears Earrings of an emerald green To blend in color with her eyes And exult in jubilation The impetus begins to stir Inducing blue and blazing red Vicarious, she greets the change A colored chasm...

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Round the decay Of that colossal wreck For if the struggle Needs weapons Give it words Repudiation Enthralled me but Never shall be free With only a host Of phantom listeners Concealing its fury With just a gentle hiss Never venting its loath Never turning to its maker With condemned hate When hail and fire converge In just a fissure Bearing only just a deeper malice Inviting only an occult mind And spatters...

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A vinyl facade will be sliced open by truth --slit in the sky...

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thunder sound dashes lightning fissure quickly dips ...

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Perfect tapestry, a hundred years in the weaving. Tiny sprouts grown into giant oaks, sheltering birds, squirrels, filtering the sun, shading the lane to our home, our sanctuary. Ripped from the earth's fabric by tornado's twisted spin, roots exposed to the elements, leaves wilting, turning brown. Tapestry destroyed. Can it be re-woven, restored? Will the mending take another hundred years?...

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God rises from the deep The god prays to the almighty I cry over JESUS CHRIST The clouds turn in pollution of Lord Almighty The population bow to terrorism Creationist door handle The 'bong' of our Lord Jesus Christ The twist of the Earth turning to Allah - Supreme Being Murder, Terror God sits in his castle BONG BONG The world twists and turns in Quantum...

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