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[mistyllspoetry]

Lying in the bathtub
naked wearing banana peels
for nipple rings.
Reading the Bible with
God's soap.
Roads to educate the mind.
Faith blind to see.
One enemy against the
saints.
Baptist on the edge
of a razor.
Hooked on the edge
of a wing under the water
closing my eyes and
seeing love beside of me
awaiting death recovering
from the fall.

I die alone asking God
for forgiveness.
The trials are mine.
The skull a bride
for disguise.
The mask a wheel
for the fog.
Under with the angels
and sin.
Dig me.
The grave is blank.

Ink washed to the sea.
The anger flees
mad with a gash of
dust.
Broken under the
wall.

Standing by myself
looking into
the mirror.
The ghost is free.
Bald and wept
to the web of
scenery.

Where is your God?
Is he alive for you?
I lift to live dead
to sleep and the
morning arrives like
a birth of wrong.

Changing to a bed
sheet of lace
undiscovered,
not known.
The remains of
the girl's ghost
of violence, her
bones, the night.
Stars arrived shadowing
the sun's screaming bruise
of orange jars.
Chased in, unafraid
the dance of....
Empty fingers
to a frozen universe.

[Jer4clarity]

Misty,

I thought I wrote intense stuff. I will have to read this a few times more to catch all this is packed with. Phew! Awesome plate of poetry.

My Fav:

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Lying in the bathtub
naked wearing banana peels
for nipple rings.
Reading the Bible with
God's soap.

Jerry

[nomadicrhymer]

Very sad and intense, Mysty...and still questioning after death, which turned out not to be a solution? Maybe I'm missing it...I love these kinds of poems anyway, that I have to read ten times! haha!

Nomad

[mirabai]

i'm intrigued by your signature...

[PaintedDiary]

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Originally Posted by mirabai

i'm intrigued by your signature...

Please do not forget to comment on the poem also.........


Misty,

What a web we weave with words. What was your inspiration for this poem? Very addictive, and one must use some critical thinking. I love it!

Kimberly

[MsJacquiiC]

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The trials are mine.
The skull a bride
for disguise.
The mask a wheel
for the fog.
Under with the angels
and sin.
Dig me.
The grave is blank.

- So beautifully abstract - so beautifully dark! This poem is really intense and the images you evoke with simile and metaphor are astounding - there's a lot going on in this poem - but the pain, cynicism & straight-laced pessimism is apparent - almost to the point where the pessimist becomes optimistic after reading such dark lines... Interesting turnabout actually and then the title itself is aptly subtle as if the violence leaves the reader, for the writer has shared an epiphany of sorts: Don't let it happen hear...

The Following Text Is Quoted:

Where is your God?
Is he alive for you?
I lift to live dead
to sleep and the
morning arrives like
a birth of wrong.

Ah - that we may have faith that we actually believe.
Intriguing write MISTY = Thanx for sharing it with us

JAcquii.