Poetry for Communists and Authors (standard:poetry, 261 words)
Author: Thunder God	Added: Apr 23 2002	Views/Reads: 3300/2245	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Some poetry that came out in an inspired moment.

Into the Void 

I bear the crimson star 

And breach the ignoramus 

My heart beats at them 

My brain electrifies them 

My pumping blood spews 

I spit it with my every word 

I show it to you 

I scream at the juggernaut 

Through the tears I bleed 

I show them to you 

I am not here 

My voice pierces the dark 

But no one is there. 

My paradox 

I work to terrify 

I scream to petrify 

I am on the stage 

Full of righteous rage 

Fighting for what I've lost 

But never had 

Enter my paradox. 

Watching -- 

Empty passion and cold blinking eyes 

Images flashing before our faces 

Darkened rooms full of anticipation 

The moment is already gone 

We are all gluttons begging 

For more and faster vignettes 

Could we ever explain it? 

Winter 

I will scream for all the ages 

I will pound with fists bleeding 

Against walls that give 

They will only spring back 

Like trampolenes in yards 

On hot summer days by the pool 

I am still cold, waiting 


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