Rising Phoenix

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Rising Phoenix

In life I dream
In death I wake
My fleeting thoughts
I cannot take
I find your ill demeanour boring
Your pallid pallor is abhorring
My energies are vastly storing
‘Til like the phoenix I do rise

I seethe with steam
My flesh doth shake
This evil wrought
Was my mistake
My insides have gone mad, now roaring
And too, my flesh has gone a whoring
Here unto you I fall deploring
So won’t you look me in the eyes?

Now here I lie
Stark raving mad
My hopes and dreams
Have all gone bad
I find myself fatigued from caring
Your reckless rancor feels so paring
My enemies surround me staring
‘Til like the phoenix I do rise

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PrecientPoet commented on Rising Phoenix

01-25-2009

Good poem, fallen man and the example in your life. It's real in its own way.

Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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