sentinel

catefrances
catefrances Posts: 29,003
edited June 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
he stands at a respectful distance
his hands clasp behind his back
the grieving woman replaces dead blooms
silent sobs wrack her body
new white roses for a dead son

the boat motors lazily into the dock
the lights of the city dance reflected
upon the black night water

ultra violet cameras capture nocturnal activities
of fools and hoodlums and naive wannabes
hair shorn close to the skull, long black coats a shroud
serious faces and itchy trigger fingers

a deal gone wrong, a double cross
a swift death. guns and knives
a silver dagger fells the foe
and bodies litter the ground

the blink of an eye, a single heart beat
a butterfly flaps its wings, a judas kiss
a spreading pool of spilt blood
life's ashes dispersed upon the wind
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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  • catefrances
    catefrances Posts: 29,003
    glasses full, vacant stares
    a stone cold heart
    he paces the periphery
    he watches her with him, the other
    his judgement wrought with green

    her ruby lips, ebony eyes
    alabaster skin, a guile becoming
    curves to crash on
    he dare not wait for fear of losing her

    he watches a drunken old man's passes
    he knows what is to be done
    but can not absolve her actions
    even with his acquiesence he curses her

    she in turn despises his weakness
    yet grows strong from it
    the red wine spills as glass breaks
    upon the persian loom a stain grows
    a candle flickers but all is not well

    he walks through the gardens
    sandstone pathways cracked with age
    an iron gate encloses secrets demanded
    what is this he sees before him
    a false creation clouds his mind
    for malice not good intent does he seek
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    nicely done cate-ster.
    i would pick the first one
    if i had to choose one.
    thanks for the nice lil read.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • catefrances
    catefrances Posts: 29,003
    chadwick wrote:
    nicely done cate-ster.
    i would pick the first one
    if i had to choose one.
    thanks for the nice lil read.

    if you had to choose. :)
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • deadnote
    deadnote Posts: 1,678
    brilliant

    reminded me of the jayhawks
    set your laughter free

    dreamer in my dream

    we got the guns

    i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out

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