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There, an alter drenched with stains
Rusty and ancient
A lonely finger caressed smooth marble
A Crumbling ode to a lost Deity
There had long been an offering
To that thirsty Goddess
Only one, but the blood remained present for long after
Old and decrepit after centuries of time
And there was a poor lamb, lead to the sparkling marble
Already starving and at the verge of collapse
And there the lamb was tied, to that alter
Left in the embrace of the Goddess
Where she slowly restored it to health and happiness
The lamb did not know through all of its glee, what was to come
The blade that rested across its throat
Waiting for the moment...
Rusty and ancient
A lonely finger caressed smooth marble
A Crumbling ode to a lost Deity
There had long been an offering
To that thirsty Goddess
Only one, but the blood remained present for long after
Old and decrepit after centuries of time
And there was a poor lamb, lead to the sparkling marble
Already starving and at the verge of collapse
And there the lamb was tied, to that alter
Left in the embrace of the Goddess
Where she slowly restored it to health and happiness
The lamb did not know through all of its glee, what was to come
The blade that rested across its throat
Waiting for the moment...
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Bad for Each Other
He's thirty-eight years old and he's driving his girl back to her home, a dormitory on a college campus. He's twice her age but they make love and rest naked under bedsheets and talk about everything.
With the innocence and naivety of her age she looks at him, eyes bright, smile young. He sort of laughs, and they both must understand the ridiculousness of the situation. But they're addicted to each other and make great art (even though it was just an evening to hang out, not the time to spend the night and fuck and enjoy the company more than they should).
A giggle. "Am I allowed?"
She leans towards him, has a flash in her mind of kiss
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Impatient
If you talk to anyone who waits at red lights or cares about fashion or owns a gun, they'll know a thing or two
about all of us; all of humanity. We are all flowers, we are all little universes, we are all the underdog future.
And maybe this is completely true, and maybe some girl pierced her ear in the 8th grade bathroom, and maybe you
have sand in your shoes from that visit to the beach last week. What does it matter, is this an absolute?
We are all pieces of God, we are all forgetting about Heaven, we are all waiting politely for death to break in
through the bathroom window. You can ask the stains on the sidewalk, the birds who refus
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She Asked Her
Spelled out in cut newspaper.
'No'.
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I don't really have much to say about this one except, well like all of my poems, the meaning can be taken literally and figuratively but the figurative meaning is a bit harder to pin down. I encourage you to state your opinions.
I would like to give thanks to
for pointing out a couple of errors in my poem. Thanks~ 
I would like to give thanks to
for pointing out a couple of errors in my poem. Thanks~ © 2012 - 2024 IntricateSunlight
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This poem, at least how I see it, is a perfect example of betrayal and usage of the weak and helpless.