this is not the poem i was talking about.

Dreams of RedDreams of Red Posts: 203
edited January 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
spinning
the lights turn down, weaved into blackout
while rivers rage
the spirits of hope dance across the seasons of sage
into firey hearths of angelic dust
exploding upon the earth's crust

death invades the souls of kings
waging with water
drowning life in an endless power
of Nature's furious enrabbled tower
that change dissolves from acidic reductions
in corruptions built by political deductions

time emits a neon glow
flashing spires across the sky
aliens land amidst the ocean
disguising love in secret motion
that man flows in evolution
working on towards revolution


--sorry for such increasing out-put [input], there's a Beautiful young lass out there who has set me on fire... i am helpless in fighting to quench her desire.
i'm a thief... and a liar...

see Ed's church?--he's breathing fire.....
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