Sleeper
October 18, 2010
Who
What
Where
Why
Tell the truth
now don’t you lie
just sink your teeth in nice and deep
and let the blood of angels seep
while you and I fall fast asleep
you’ll hear the devil’s laugh and creep
When you decide to leave
the darkness where you dwell
You’ll learn there is nothing to believe
and nothing left to sell
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This sounds like one of my dreams – haha – got a bit confused by who was biting who? Nice and upbeat this one, just like your tag says
Yep, I cherish my dark void of despair and I like to think of it as my eleventh toe or third ear: a part of my overall persona.
Also, I am that cynical…oh yeah. I’m happy it brought back an old dream Gabrielle, and of course, they are biting each other. Nothing like some pain to seal the deal. LOL
love it val, love the ending, especially with the implications of nothing left to sell.
love the tone of it and the sound it made when i read it loud.
(but i don’t like “shell” – sorry, it reads strange to my tongue, perhaps it was more “musical” without the rhyme)
I agree Dhyan, it didn’t feel right to me either…let me go back in and try again. You input is priceless sometimes my friend.
sometimes
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you are allowed to go back (
O ya, that botox thing ? everything you said? spot on.
so much that i enjoy to lay my eyes on a beautiful women (not so young or old – some of you age so beautifully it makes me wonder about all that advertisement/film thing – they really miss out on what is beauty. glad that god didn’t). back to story. botoxed, surged and overly make up woman are just an insult, not only to women and womanhood but to all humanity. and if you would have been a believer i would say to G-D too.
hey – you got three smilies there
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good poems, Val – our lives, either connected to everything or to nothing – there’s more, i think i get what you mean — your poems reflect strong reactions
wishes,
devika
Thank you Devika
You understood this exactly as I meant it. I’m not a tepid person and for me, it’s either hot or cold, therefore I suppose my poetry reflects that emotional position. I love how you notice things like that. 