First Sight

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    I'm kinda sick of sitting back and being silent to the carnage... But it's not done yet, this is just a pilot manuscript...

    First Sight

    Oow dope
    It’s all just a bad-joke
    We all chase the giggles
    Coz reality is a sad-yoke
    Could’ve asked for a better home
    Stroke the dome cluttered by dim-probes
    Okey- doke, strobe Pandora’s Box with a medusa poke
    Slaughter lambkins littered canvassed on the street alleys grandeur
    It’s all just for monolithic sacrilege, a pious esteem isn’t duly granted
    Green-eyed Sheppard’s hoarding mutton for the great feast
    Is your belly glutton, waiting at the dinner tables feet?
    Are you capable yet consciously disabled?
    Why should the underlining crust be my staple?
    What happened to the merry go lucky fairytale fable?
    It’s quite outrageous, the climate is deadly contagious
    The suffocating ticker tape lacks patience
    So a moment spent in mid-wait
    Never carrier’s mad-weight
    For each glimpse of life paged
    Canopies a bounty debating with a blink’s disgrace
    I quizzed the state, conduct an inquest to grade
    For at any given rate
    Strains bind shackles to constrict
    Restrict with an iron-clad strict whip
    So stay swift with wit to uplift from the drift

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    jademelissa74 commented on First Sight

    05-13-2010

    Phatom, you manage to paint life scenes on canvas with such precision here. This is a two-edge sword, to say the least. "I quizzed the state, conduct an inquest to grade For at any given rate Strains bind shackles to constrict" The above lines are captivating and piercing. You are such a passionate poet. Thank you for sharing.

    Phatom

    05/14/2010

    It is always a pleasure to have a poet of your calibre like my manuscripts, and words cannot embody the token of appreciation that this being feels, but yet i may try... Erika you truly are a poet of great valor with a virtue to pale grace's sceptre of wisdom... I must be one of the luckest people... Thank - you again...

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Phatom’s Poems (23)

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    First Sight 1
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    Procrastinati
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    Watch grass plume 0
    Ghost bust 1
    Cupid's sickness 0
    First mark 0
    I SEE KNOW 0
    FLUSH IT 3
    Koch 0
    Lottery gaze 1
    Imitative Boast 2
    What, what 1
    One Word 4
    Pun Wars 2 0
    Pun Wars 2
    Complex Crashing 3
    SOS 0
    Light the kettle 2
    Blank state 1
    Flushed 2
    1st light 1