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Do not believe in pitiful corrals
The novels of a bitter minstrel
You might perceive the wickedness of sense
Though love was all around where we commenced
Alarms are undermining innocence
The bells destroying all within the wells
Deeper it goes beyond the bowels of hell
Draining until the ring of death's bell
All the purity that was born within
The victims of intolerable sin,
Violated by the monsterous of men,
Alone, they lie, beneath their broken shells
These are keeper thoughts
These are deepest thoughts of elemental rain
Just random thoughts that move me in the pain
The care is miserable
The kings invincible
Beware the jungles of mortality
The cancer that infects judgmental stain
Grows among the pharisaic parishioners
Who point their fingers
And who are the bell ringers
Tolling the call of banishment and blame
Who are themselves, one in the same
All in all they go by the name of ... Petitioner.
Insects are bleeding, time is fleeting
The children of our loves are inter-breeding
The continents of fear are intertwining
And modern pharisees are in-fighting
Awful times that we are living
Need the rangers of the sixties
Need the marriage of our bliss
Oh tell me now what will become of this
World of ours unless we agree to desist
In times like these we offer to resist
The answers at our door
They scramble on the floor
Until we stumble across their meanings
And find that our own hearts are beating
To a different drum in another time of lore
I walk with alien priests, the harbingers of feasts
Imagine the subscribers of the time
I love the goddesses who play
Forbidden concepts of the mind
Contrary pestilence, at least
It makes me ring, it simply makes me sing
(forgive us our travesties)
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2007-02-19 at 01:50
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soul talking
Soul TalkingDo not believe in pitiful corrals
The novels of a bitter minstrel
You might perceive the wickedness of sense
Though love was all around where we commenced
Alarms are undermining innocence
The bells destroying all within the wells
Deeper it goes beyond the bowels of hell
Draining until the ring of death's bell
All the purity that was born within
The victims of intolerable sin,
Violated by the monsterous of men,
Alone, they lie, beneath their broken shells
These are keeper thoughts
These are deepest thoughts of elemental rain
Just random thoughts that move me in the pain
The care is miserable
The kings invincible
Beware the jungles of mortality
The cancer that infects judgmental stain
Grows among the pharisaic parishioners
Who point their fingers
And who are the bell ringers
Tolling the call of banishment and blame
Who are themselves, one in the same
All in all they go by the name of ... Petitioner.
Insects are bleeding, time is fleeting
The children of our loves are inter-breeding
The continents of fear are intertwining
And modern pharisees are in-fighting
Awful times that we are living
Need the rangers of the sixties
Need the marriage of our bliss
Oh tell me now what will become of this
World of ours unless we agree to desist
In times like these we offer to resist
The answers at our door
They scramble on the floor
Until we stumble across their meanings
And find that our own hearts are beating
To a different drum in another time of lore
I walk with alien priests, the harbingers of feasts
Imagine the subscribers of the time
I love the goddesses who play
Forbidden concepts of the mind
Contrary pestilence, at least
It makes me ring, it simply makes me sing
(forgive us our travesties)
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
Read 459 times
Written on 2007-02-19 at 01:50
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