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Kenroy Freckleton

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Pendulum
by Kenroy Freckleton

Thursday, June 17, 2010
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Pendulum that swings in death, reminding us of the grotesque-

Prancing on a page no less, intentions masked under the desk-

Silly notions in the Nile, only to those in denial-

For the sake that no one knows, callous hearts are made of stone-

Parading in the ambience, that lost all but magnificence-

Floating on the common sense, that made us all omnipotent-

Tired from the basic law, that separates us in the mourn-

Let us feel for we are numb. Let it rain on desert tongue-

Caterpillars only morph, so that they can get away-

In the darkness of the moth, hence a mouth full of froth-

Tell me of the absent time, when we lost a valentine-

Even though we carry on, should we mourn to let go?

Candles slowly loose their light, in the middle of a storm-

Out consumed by the darkness, and the liars that we scorn-

Tell me nothing that is false, the likes of us have no use-

For the thought that seem to clover, therefore we all seek the truth-

Giants are all caught in moments, in which they are sound asleep-

And the captors always notice, that the battered cease to weep-

Trembling upon the surface, of an isolated hope-

It has never seemed to smother, those that look through microscopes-

Was I indeed made to hover, when the evil shows its face?

In the game that we discover, when we all fall from grace-

Absent are the pretty covers, which will hide us from the shame-

When the day has been discovered, as distractions from the skin-

We think of pride and even pleasure, never do we think of peace-

War is love and so is pleasure, we will never let it be-

For the times that it has branded, to the soles of our feet-

Let the lights and streets deceive us so, so that we will never leave-

Only arms that will protect us, are restricted by a leash-

Feast upon the one September, that my prominence had been-

Even though we seek the lever, from an absent human being-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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