For The Life Of Us

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This is a piece I wrote, and I am still trying to figure out what it means.

Spiders flicker in moonlight that candles never learned
I knew how to listen before they ever burned
Verbose villians victimize seven semanites
Asking broken questions that look back with seven eyes

Rippled Revolvers revel in reading red rumours
Void vermacula sixteen dollars and seventy odd cents
Crippled aristrocrats status slips sordid on the floor
Friends desert like peacemakers when they learn the art of war

Wonder when the wedlock weeps a prison made of ticks
If you look away the taste is sweet, to make a meal of bricks
Silver women swim in sugared secret sea of sleep
A cup filled to the brim, with curves the price is steep

I sit in shackled silence, wait for a bell that never rings
A stomach burns an hourglass for the gloom sick nothings bring
Ancient anamored amenities allure eight flowers bloom
Numbers kills the birds and trees in a loveless, lifeless womb

Thanks for reading, please tell me what comes to your mind

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Well Father, (sounds like a confession) I just loved it. It begs to be read again and in your own clever way you put words together in a pleasing fashion. I love the way the words flow, and I would think with a small amount of tweaking you may be able to develop some kind of theme to it… at this point, I can’t tell you even why I loved it, but I did.

So much writing to me reeks of bullshit and as much as the meaning of isn’t yet clear to me- it is well done. You are a talented writer. It was music to my ears when I read it aloud… lyrics to a song perhaps.