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Death

Death

Tempest tossed and rampant sound
temptation, hate and turmoil abound
Hide, go run to safer shores
shut and lock windows and doors
Deny the stench filled fog so thick
that breathes iniquity and makes you sick
creeping through under mask of night
slithering away from white tapestries of light
With the foulest of profanity to prove it's worth
reveling in humanity devout to this earth
who are tainted by their own malevolence
and wreaking of noxious irreverence
Beguiled and bewildered bestowing devotion
to plagues of carnal and lustful emotion
Crystalized like salt and eternally preserved
Death fear death not forever insured
 

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Tony Taylor

Hey JEANINE!!.......I love that you're tapping into heavy subject matter......I found his compelling in that you have a plethora of representation here...... in colorfully painted phrasing...... and then...... at the end...... letting the reader know that the possibilities are still there in the beyond....... creative.......ALL STARS!!....... keep 'em comin' sweet poetess!!.......LOVE and ROCKETS!!.......T xo. ?✳✴☀

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Jeanine Q-M

Oh Tony, Thank you so much. That is such a great compliment, I'm honored that you liked it. You have such a great poetic understanding, I appreciate that about you. Truly :) Jeanine

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