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Monday, March 20, 2006

Reincarnation
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-poem by melz.this is about the wonders of life and death,the hypocrisy of it all,and its relation to a female ghost.the words in grey are comparisons.words in red are a form of generalisation.

Her eyes are bleeding,
bloody carousels spinning and twirling
Her soul starts to redefine,
molecules of every kind searching for a kind of home

Guts are threatening to devour what's left of her,
ants crawling on skin,fungi-filled pores,extinguishing the clean moisture
Her heart was cruelly finished,
dessert of fine couture,digestion of meditated,long awaited food.

Travelling from east to west,north to south,
flying vultures hunting down preys,victims worth their catch.
Exploring the various corners and the curves,lines and spirals,
mazes that never end,once begun and never rewounded its peace.

Sightseeing,finding the answer to questions left dangling,
whispering creepers,leaning on,never letting go of broken fences.
Running away from the dangers and the fears,
thunderstorms are brewing,the evils of nature lie ahead.

Looks into every home,every accomodation,every abode,
disappointment drew near,spreading through the vast tunnels of nowhere.
No shelter,just ground.No banter,just frowns,
Esteem which never seemed to sustain,quivering of cold extremes.

People around,with no expressions,it seems.They tell lies with such irrevocable claims,
soldiers with armed weapons,knowing deep within,the war's lost,they march without a care,and the king's dead.
The earth is round,with no end to morbidity and shame,
the darkness and the pain,classified injuries with self blame,contaminate pride,they feign.

She wanders in the gloomy regions,yearning for the light,
blythe never was more satisfied,her beauty glowed through the equivocality.
She feels around corners,and hears no insight,
dissect this mock hole,it never budges,its operation spells trouble,fonder its last.
She tries to voice out,but controversial's the word,and no one understands,
Toxicity of the poison through the lungs,deep into the festivities of the shutters.

No one cares about what she feels,no one could ever distinguish,
fish in the pond,all dead and drawn,and the finality,eaten end they.
She sees smiles with no meaning,happiness just flew past,
jet planes with such vulnerable life spans,wings all broken,crash and burn.

She couldnt cry anymore,for her eyes bled dry,
curfews with senseless disputes,tearing layers and tender innards.
Her intense desperation dissolved,and morphed into one,
destiny decided,fate untamed,yet held back,and so many drastic contradictions.

Plaster the texture,but the form still recurs endlessly,
orphans crying for loving care,others blaring for manifesting truth,no dare.
Slowly,gradually,she fades in the light,weightless vacuum,
protesters get shot,and their murderers go scot free,deaths go wasted.
About to enter a new life,another cycle of dread,another timeline of history,
babies enter this world,which seems so bright,yet they dont know what awaits.

She wasnt worth a thing,never significant,never loved,
flowers smell so sweet,yet pungency takes over,it withers with such dignity.
Couldn't find the body meant for her,it was all a shell she hid beneath,
wrecked ships and stolen treatures,those pirates of stingy abnormality.
But alas,it enlightens,and manipulates,
fresh replaces rotten,the shiny replaces the rusted.

She desired,she lost.She wished,the realisation of gaiety was naive,
with no ailments come no recuperance,suffering given many names.
Reborn and renewed.Her nightmares excluded its night,oh,the irony,
and like hailstorms and floods,a living blackness of devoid humanity.

Gravity pulls everything down,
The new ponders the old,and the cycle continues.
Does death come first,or life?
bloody carousels spinning and twirling

7:50 PM