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"Fog Along A Black Sea"
written by maledeth02:59 AM 12/24/04I serve myself as derelict.
Shit compared to me is just the same as yesterday.
Waters roam through figures, barren, but I am the fog along the shadowed waves.
I cover it like my own.
Pretend I bear something more than the things in my empty hands.
I serve with dance. And slither around my ominous brand and call it mine.
Like my pride enthroned.
The amount surpasses dreams and breaks through reality.
I cannot be made fool with stern looks and impression.
Whatever it may be, my fists wait to be,
The torrent to overrun the laughter.
The tempest to kill the impressor!
I am the Fog of Death and splendour!
This Sea is black with loathing resentment for the mess that God has left!
In you! No clue what you are, but surely know what you'll be!
Floating along my black sea.
Enjoying the ride the waves hand,
One thing, you can't touch is me.
One thing you can never beat is the winds.
And the winds favor I, for eternity.
As you are left in obsidian grave....never to return comparison.
To mouth off and manipulate the winnow that carries to me!
To try and break my glory and serve me with malediction!
All you speak is fiction! And I will stand as glorified derelict!
For the black sea to ravage you in your pitiful shit. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
This is one of the more metaphorical ways of writing that I hold....I use this more often nowadays, but....i am going to try and use more literal language...just to see how it goes.
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