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Less Coke, More Rum, Maybe Whiskey Now.

Posted by Sweettalk on August 27, 2010 at 8:32 PM

You know those strands of time in the moonweaver's songs?

I think I may have fallen deeply into the bottom of yours.


I hear melodies riddled with shotgun blasts

and see worn-out shoes with soles long past

Brambles thicker than giant Sequoia trunks

and empty beds with rust-stained bunks


Her eyes are yours, and she cries each each night 

Curled in the hammock of your tears.


VIbrations rattle my windowpanes and again here I go 

Goosebumps cover my flesh like a fresh coat of snow

I hear whimpers and whining among the bleak night

Spirits are dancing and cheering in spirals of fright


Did the scent of hope drag you in deep or were you drowning

in a pool of lifetime escape, even when we pulled you up?


The thumps of my heart still beat a song of metal for you 

I would walk through fire to turn back years of time you walked through

Habits became nails in that coffin you carefully built

Pandora's box spilled in your growning garden of guilt


The ones who deserve to lie deep in the ground still roam

Along streets paved with curdled Karma and someday.......



Someday..... She will see you again and hope for a smile from Daddy.


You didn't deserve what you got....









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8:47 PM on August 28, 2010 
There is so much said here, and the emotion is a riptide. Before I realized it, I was being pulled under and the pain had me! Poetry is supposed to make us feel and this is brilliant!
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8:47 PM on August 28, 2010 
Beyond deep, ST...I love this one. From the obvious personal and from the gut (and heart) words to the rhyme and the flow. Outstanding in every way!!!