cheers

cheers

A Poem by joshua deathdealer
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07/2011

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                                                    we are creatures of the dusk, unknowing of the subtle dawn
                here you can find me, installed in my element
                                 the night is ours, constantly on to the next one
                                                       we raise bottles to ancient, forgotten tidings 
                                   followed by hear hears and shots to the head 
                                             conversations erupt across layers of silence 
                                                           where the hell have you been? bands, girls
                                    romances eternally lost, intoxication found
                                             music blares, carrying us through with glee
                                                                       smoke spirals, laced with ideas 
                                   as we swing golf clubs at our frustrations  
                                             this is our convention of liberation 
                                                          our show of connection with humanity
                                              they say this might be the best years of our lives
                   in acknowledgment I fill our glasses with elevation
                               hereafter may we never sleep, washing the windows of our world

© 2013 joshua deathdealer


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music blares, carrying us through with glee
cigarette smoke spirals, laced with ideas
as we swing golf clubs at our frustrations

strong imagery here. Well done.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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music blares, carrying us through with glee
cigarette smoke spirals, laced with ideas
as we swing golf clubs at our frustrations

strong imagery here. Well done.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Cool poem, very nice:-)

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Agree with Coyote: excellent poem! Strong expression and images, just wonderful


Posted 12 Years Ago


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Cheers friend and I will raise a glass to you and say Kiss my Grits brother to you I say "Cheers" I felt drunk as I was reading this hence the kiss my grits part. Damn fine write my friend...!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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"we are creatures of the dusk, unknowing of the subtle dawn
here you can find me, installed in my element
the night is ours, constantly on to the next one
we raise bottles to ancient, forgotten tidings "

WOW. this is really great! this is something new and interesting. :) wonderfully penned. :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


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"they say this might be the best years of our lives"

i think this poem can be loaded with irony as well as it can be as true as your words are saying here Joshua! wonderfully written!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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"the night is ours, constantly on to the next one" I love this line in particularly because it is true! The night is ours to do what we will and in the end we move on to the next one and the next one, in a forever pattern.. This was a really good poem and i greatly enjoyed it.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Here, here.. the next round is on me! Nicely penned!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Good shot..!!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Heh this is brilliant! =)

Well done.

-Sarah

Posted 12 Years Ago


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