Absolution Eclipsed

Absolution Eclipsed

A Chapter by Rory CJ Frankson
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see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil and contend with injustice rendered

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Absolution Eclipsed

 

 

 

 

      To gaze upon the loneliness of hope...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where waters slow upon woven slide
Where mountains rise in mysteries divide
We sleep all among the ancient tones
Waiting for the re-birth of silent bones.

 


The voices of yore say there's more
Drift must we in time's endless door
Eye opened by worlds in the third
Never to be silenced nor unheard.

 

 

 

 

 

           The Witness beholds boldly...

 

 

Brutalized slaves of no choices

Trading ignorance held captives cruelly

   Cameras snaring begotten frames

  Peruse demented sickened tainted games

 


 

Stretched taunt these links of chain

Piteously beg loathing self sob saviour please

Hate me I'm nothing on bruising’s knee

Shamed dying daily utter unheard of prayers

 

 

 

Atonement is blinded truths

 


 

Tainted dreams of lives unsung
Where grinding bones stay undone
Debt to waste, while pious greed
Hands held high in hopes to feed

 


Delivered daily begotten heart
Tongues of truth still impart
Wisdom grown in test tube labs
Highest bid is up for grabs


 

 

 

Absent of jury...

 

 

The Trial Continues
And beautiful bellies reek of sex
We are all potential suicides
A wombed statistic

 


Sinner
Shamed to the graves
As sun bows his head
In hollow cave


 

 

 

 

 

 

Absolution Eclipsed

 

 

 

               This is a storm...

                             of bitter days

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



© 2011 Rory CJ Frankson


Author's Note

Rory CJ Frankson
This poem is a four part collaboration by: first frame Aaron W. Maycroft, second frame Rory CJ Frankson, third frame Poetic Justice and forth frame Poppysilver

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Tainted dreams of lives unsung
Where grinding bones stay undone
Debt to waste, while pious greed
Hands held high in hopes to feed




Delivered daily begotten heart
Tongues of truth still impart
Wisdom grown in test tube labs
Highest bid is up for grabs

Sadly.. our world.
I like this so so much .. love all who wrote this one .. you are all some of the best i have read!
a poem of sorrow and truths.

Chloe

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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wow, what a beautiful collaboration. The pictures fit the words and the words fit the pictures. Very powerful write. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Great collaboration here...

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was a truly an incredible collaboration...this really has come together amazingly..the display and the words...just magnificent..

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

What a whirlwind of great poetry! Bravo!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Man I can see the difference in styles yours the lavishing of prose akin to the great storytellers of old and poppies which is direct and to the point.We are all so different But I think I would like to do one of these some time


Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Truly an amazing collaborative piece from four fantastic writers.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow!
Exposing Evil in the Artistic.
I must say that I used to find your work hard to read, to many distracting images, albeit good writing and images....lol..
I just needed to slow down a little.

This is good stuff. I'll let it soak in a bit before reading the others.
I want to get the full impact of this, if that makes any sense.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tainted dreams of lives unsung
Where grinding bones stay undone
Debt to waste, while pious greed
Hands held high in hopes to feed




Delivered daily begotten heart
Tongues of truth still impart
Wisdom grown in test tube labs
Highest bid is up for grabs

Sadly.. our world.
I like this so so much .. love all who wrote this one .. you are all some of the best i have read!
a poem of sorrow and truths.

Chloe

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

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thank you for letting me be part of this collaboration..with such talented writers..it has come together brilliantly..'blowing own trumpet loudly' :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh, great...have a poetic party and don't invite me! (laughing) This was, of course, wonderful. How could it be anything else with so many talented poets vested in the production? Kudos.

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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