Monday, 18 July 2011

MY RIGHTS

You’re yawning up way too much
of this life
I’m just waiting for your death
so I can cherish your words
in another matter

I’m a reflection, rather than a thief
when it comes down
to syllables

What is needed is taken
What is taken isn’t yours
to begin with

What is ordained
remains the glowing ash
before the sweep

Stop your moon-trafficking
and dissolve
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5 comments:

  1. Martin18 July 2011 at 06:21

    I hope you'll find peace with this person one day : )

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  2. Anonymous18 July 2011 at 17:16

    Great poem. After the mirror is shattered, what will the splinters reflect? (ripped this off Ingmar Bergman).

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  3. Sherry Blue Sky9 March 2012 at 04:13

    "what is ordained remains the glowing ash before the sweep" - fantastic line!

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  4. De Jackson9 March 2012 at 04:26

    "I'm a reflection, rather than a thief
    when it comes down
    to syllables"

    love this line!

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  5. Laurie Kolp9 March 2012 at 05:17

    Ditto to what De said!

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