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InversionT’is cold, this edgy peace That flows out from you, deceiving, like the silent eye of storm. For I know too well that inside of you there boils a restless torment. T’is there, a flashing look of scorn. Accusing, as a judge on high review. Yet silent as the path of venom, Spat out from serpent’s throat.
Scented meadows we once did walk, As fingers trembled o’er coolest skin. And eyes alone did swear our love. We lay between the thistle sting.
Tho you are here, you’re gone away. Barriers built between us both. Slim da Inversion
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Get thee goneThine eye doth splinter me like winter’s sting. Thin dour contempt for yester’ careless fling. So soon hast summer’s contemplative dread. Turned limply as coverlets on thy bed. Where icy fingers trailed a loathsome touch. Belying crackled smile that promised much. When days with thee shortened with seasons chill. As beguiling plans so laid promised me ill. A putrid mix of hoary witches in thy blood. Erupting forth as icy waters at the flood. Yet shall I now be free from odorous wench. Cloying scent doth urge my vomit wrench. Now I shake myself apart of claw Get thee gone
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Autumn LoveCome my lady, pray dance with me, thro’ woodland glade where none can see. Imagined fairies will bring applause, to encourage our dainty cause. The autumn leaves our curtain call, as all around us they do fall. On stony bridge across the stream, where thro’ the trees the sun doth beam. In close embrace our steps will flow, as wind makes music with its blow. No violin could be as sweet, as music when our bodies meet. The trees seem bent in graceful bow, acknowledging our time is now. We change in tempo to a dance, with graceful step that do entr Autumn Love
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The WizardTo the village he did come With whistles and ringing bells. His wagon draped in gaudy colour Both sides a message tells.
‘Come little children, come and play, For I am your play wizard.. Come inside and play your games Enjoy my tinsel blizzard.’
He parked just by the edge of woods, The red-cloaked man with funny hat, And rubbed long-fingered bony hands, A crafty chuckle while he sat.
As salvia dripped down from his chin, The children came with cautious step. Excitement showing on every face, And in his wagon they soon leapt The Wizard
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Losing GroundSearching the path of divinity; Shall I relinquish myself unto thee, to be set free?
How long must I stumble through, On hands and knees between the trees, Seeking out dawn’s dear doves, Only to find these calloused crows?
Who holds the key to the sun? Is there a way that it may be won? I would like to call on thy bright beams, to shine down through these unf Losing Ground
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Unlift the veilsUnlift the veils this hallowed of nights my love grow wings, come hear my plight Neath darkness worms crawl in my tomb our child lies breathless inside my womb
The wytching hour draws so very near my love, my one please do not fear For, I forgive you for my cruel death yet still I cannot find eternal rest
Release me from this mortal plane that lets me live, then die again set me free, lift this immortal curse and just let me sleep inside the earth Unlift the veils
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The Fallen..In RememberanceRest all ye weary battled men sleep til Heaven calls on you again, neath rolling hills of verdant green rest for God, Country and Queen
To aid your slumber a promise i'll keep give sweet scented poppies to aid your sleep and whilst you rest in the arms of morpheous we thank you for the freedom you gained for us
Grandfather, Father, Nephew and Son our fallen; heroes each and every one may your sleep be pure and free from strife til we meet once again in the afterlife The Fallen..In Rememberance
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To Be FourteenBrave, untroubled; an adventure awaits me Past the awkwardness of puberty; Wisdom has not yet burdened me, Yet knowledge has come to set me free. How wonderful it seems to me How glorious it is to be fourteen.
I feel the power in these young arms of mine, How I wish to jump up and climb the vine. I will not submit to your confine Never to waste a second in such a perfect time. How cruel it must seem to thee Never again to be fourteen.
Life doth strut and gloat of beauty, Death hath not yet marred the scenery. All around me, all so cheery Ey To Be Fourteen
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Thu Nov 20, 2008, 2:41 AM

Although only a couple of ppl will read this, I announce that this site is now closed.
I know I’ve only been here about 3 weeks, and I decided at the start to make a real effort to meet new ppl, rather than sit back and wait for pll to come to me. I’ve browsed and commented in the poetry category every spare moment, commenting on well over 300 ppl. Most ignored me. I collected 8 friends, but only two visit me, and I thank those.
I realise that many are busy or don’t like my stuff, and Im fine with that, and this aint a sulk! But Im now tired of browsing and tending a site which is in intensive care! Time to switch off the life support!
I think that DA is too big, with over 8 million users, and a new deviation every few seconds. When Im browsing I see lots of sites with few or no comments, which is kinda sad, for it can be a lonely place. But tho browsing can be a pain, it’s the only way to meet ppl. Whatever!
Thanks again to those who supported me, and good luck to you guys with DA and life in general.
Byeeeeeeeees!

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*DarkRiderDLMC Aug 19, 2009, 1:39:15 PM

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So, I pull my coat back and real slow (no reason to start it up yet) I rest my hand by the Smith. Then I give them that cold smile and in the low, soft killing voice I say, "Gentlemen, I'm your worst nightmare. A gunfighter with a rendering station"

*DarkRiderDLMC Dec 23, 2008, 11:06:23 PM

Happy Holidays, you old grump!

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So, I pull my coat back and real slow (no reason to start it up yet) I rest my hand by the Smith. Then I give them that cold smile and in the low, soft killing voice I say, "Gentlemen, I'm your worst nightmare. A gunfighter with a rendering station"