The March To Hell (1/5)

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  • Everest
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The March To Hell (1/5)

As thyne soul seeps to the bottom of the devil’s heart/
Sympathetic, short and apathetic, Bonaparte/
Linger are images intertwined the nervous system/
Sharp pain, disdain, for the world can’t help our children/
Sip-tastic lips surround an opening. Alas/
As water spills it turns at the opening, to glass/
Symbolomatic of innocence that dares to partake, edidymously/
In the struggles we call life, the journey must be/
Tipsinthic words are merely meager/ to the ear that is weaker/
As the speaker, becomes a leader, embodying grace/…alternate through space/
Though walls crumble and beautify overtime, as the dividing one did/
“This is no dispute for you Solomon, stop dividing my kid!”/
As “my” mother shouts out, while that other witch laugh/
Machete betwixt mine limbs, ready to cut my -ish half/
It ends with prayer, begging the Phillistinians attach/
Prayers are plenty that have been granted, yet to hell I march/
No Bataan! This is a disaster. It is as I’ve not seen where to start/
My feet won’t stop, or even hit the break/ shall not even exclaim, “for heaven’s sake”/
For my God-Jones has crashed, and all my stock sold in my heaven’s Stake/
If you sell nothing - you receive nothing - in return. So I let it burn. No usher/
To segregate a place, expanding as in space, a need for a lover/
When situation is past survival/
The first though for a man is sex - from what at the end interjects is a hope of revival/
Time beats the brain to a pulp with the constant reminder/
That the inevitable is coming up, right behind ya/
It will never flake, as almost all of your friends/
It will never change, as almost all of your friends/
It will never grieve, as almost all of your friends/
You will flake/ change, grieve, and experience heart-ache/
Just as we shed skin always, yet scars resonate on my face/
A water droplet would suffice, as I thirst for simplification of all things/
Prefer not big over small things/
But all things are made of matter, just as today/
And when tomorrow comes, they all fade-away/
Prostitution stems the seeds that grow into a mirror/
And show the world why it’s sun is soon to get nearer/
As mine sun has melted my wings/
The wax has created a platform on which I sing/
As I am peering into hell, Doctor shocks my heart/
Frame of thought pictured in an extraterrestrial part/
Consider the many problems resolved because lucrative/
We create with control and dream of stars, like George Lucas did/
Which is why I’d rather Encounter Jaws,
Than Raid A Lost Ark, to receive some applause, easily/
Reasons I should not be in this…hell, fly into me/
I ran along streets once. Where dust clouded, no concrete/
Played soccer barefoot and bust open my feet/
Lost many toys in the drains, down my street/
But I never complained, until she asked “where’s Barbie?”
Couldn’t afford a ball, as measures where drastic/
Ripped off it’s head and wrapped it in plastic/
Not concerned with fashion, played naked or almost/
As we use everyone’s clothing for perennial goal-posts/
Innocence vibrated through my pores back then/
Until they day, I met an alien she became THAT friend/
Somewhere, between nine or thirteen/…you become so unclean/
Walked down streets with my eyes ahead of me, no problems – no trouble/
After her, you see things that make you tuck it into your belt-buckle/

Is this why I am here/ because she caught me up on a couple year?/
I will never cry, begging the doctor to…better try,
But as I lie on the street, with four wheels next to me,
I begin to admit that I may let go just a couple tear/

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ReDDwarf2022 commented on The March To Hell (1/5)

06-22-2009

you are truly gifted. i realy dont know what to say.

castlemist commented on The March To Hell (1/5)

06-20-2009

This is wild! You have a really cool style and the way you think and see things is intriguing...keep it up my man.

brokenfairyaz commented on The March To Hell (1/5)

06-16-2009

THATS TRUELY GREAT WORK I WISHED II WROTE LIKE THAT

tsgirl commented on The March To Hell (1/5)

06-16-2009

EM you are heavy, I don't how to put it you're just good, you can be a movie writer you're in the right place, close to Hollywood I see potentials for real. I'm proud to be the 1st to give you a 10++

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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