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A Poem by Mark Powell
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Blood drips.
Voices echo.
Words are spoken.
My head drops.

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Time is old and decrepid.
Where as I am new and shiny.

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Imagination spreads and soars.
Words travel across the room.
He morphs into a lion,
and she the lioness.

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Whisper, whisper, whisper,
Patter, Patter, Patter.
Secrets drifting into the blue.

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Germs flow from the mans fingertips,
like wandering nomads passing from one to another.

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The river flows and floods the city.
They show not one emotion.
They do not care.
The tribe moves on.

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Tongue. Odd.
Face. Odd.
Cheek. Normal

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27.
Probably be the death of me.

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The natives scream and cry.
Villages Burn.
Diseases reign.
Their god has returned.
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Wax drips.
Candle melts.
Today I will speak.

Giants walk.
And crush the ground.
I live in the lake.
My life is sound.

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Horrifying.
Like cytokenisis.
One day we all seperate.

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We're all running out of time.
A trivial fact hidden amongst us.

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Beside the river I slept.
Drifting into a slumber.
Awaking In a valley.
I was standing.
As I gazed into the nothingness I saw it.
It crept towards me.
Closer.
Closer.
Closer.
Now I am face to face with this man.
But i fear him for he is a beast.
The sound of his blade whispered.
Screaming.
I awoke.
I smell the wind.
I smell the metal.
Tommorow he will be here.
I will be ready.

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In exile I have awaited.
Soon I return home.
Tonight my brother dies.

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Today an asssembly like no other was held
The beasts wandered into there.
They turned towards us.
As tribute we fed them the children.

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Wander into darkness.
The man told me this.
Drift away forever...
Who told me this?

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Close your eyes.
See the slaughter.
Run away.
Beware.
For he is here.

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Fire streaks the sky.
Melting the backdrop of stars and clouds.
The firemen run and dash.
There is no hope for this town.

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One day I gazed towards the night.
And one night I gazed upon the dawn.
The sun blazed into its rightful place.
The stars fell back.
I have seen these things.

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The beach one day met the sea.
This was a twist and fate of harmony.
They haven't been able to seperate since.

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Thunder eats away at the night.
Clouds chew at the sky.
One day I will devour the world.

I stepped off the bus.
I felt the city shiver,
It knows I'm here.

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Your face is high and quite overgrown.
Hair draining from your forehead to your cheeks.
I saw you through my minds eye.

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He parades through the harsh musical aura.
I've seen his face melt to decay
This sound determines the depth of his haunting
With a sense of deep emptiness
Gulps down note after cold not.
Followed by the rush of hot laughter.
Iron shelves ripped from firey containment
Strange and disasterous gods shout from their chamber.
Silver reptilious eyes blink.
And the music is over....

Creatures of the night.
Come to me.
It is time to celebrate.
Our time has come.

 

 

© 2008 Mark Powell


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I've read a few of these (so far!) and they're absolutely lovely . . . little flashes of memories, of thoughts. Like pictures. Or proverbs. Some witty and some sad, some just thoughts. Beautiful. You have a wonderful mind.

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