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by Walter Jones (Age: 62)
copyright 02-02-2008


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
They took him to a special place where DNA held grace and God was a glowing face of electrons dancing free
My thrust just energy beams on clouds of magnetic stream
Some still scream
As death
Has its way

Ate into a reality of freedom cast upon a bread and pea contrast to you and me a lover lost
Bate a wonder placed in heavens retaining grace as whimpers call to fast in rock and sea
Kate lays upon her cold dead sword an ornate passion stored for father and son now done
Date of tree and connivers stored apple pores alto in retribution plays as day cancels hope
Fate oh you who hover lost in amperage of toss upon dead green sea it tries and dies to be or flicker soul
Gate my tool to escape the fates of rule and electrons dance free from negative to positive in three as one
Hate born of dismal screams in red and yellow seams passed on down from energy stream we live
Late in understand the placid look in rebel lands of free energy seeking form in negate dream played
I ate passive late from red to black in colors that I lack as zero moves to ten in brown and black
Jute moves the sleeve of angels wings into which some griever for cupid did play a clock work song of love
Mate works the tells of amber led upon a board of unity each writer now must play

As my wife pulls the plug on dreams yet to grace the screen
electrons stand still


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02-02-2008 Mike Gallimore    

OK, so one of the great things about PnP is that you get a poem like this right out of the ether, and your brain goes to work and finds a voice for you to hear the piece being read by. In this case it's Malcolm McDowell in A Clockwork Orange. It works great for me. I can just hear Alex reading these lines after getting out of "therapy" while the Beethoven swells in the background. Well done, mate.


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