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~ HELL CITY ~

~ HELL CITY ~

Aged furnaces firing words to the heart
Gray circumstance in public quarters
Seemingly expressing the rift in the dark
Robin Hood arrows piercing public order
Government and politics melting the borders

This is the twenty first century of sweat
The town where food is brown and so is love
Where fun doesn't exist except in the bet
Where god does not necessarily exist above
Where god does not, cannot, believe in love

Adventure does not exist in the Hell City
Poetry, certainly a thing of its past
Ragged gardening gloves representing pretty
Snails leaving trails in cyber space fast
A planet of apes in destinies dance

Human ooze, the birthing of mind
Quelling diamonds in the heart of pity
Where the old elixir pushes time
And the world is repaved
For the heart of Hell City....

Tony Taylor
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Jim "The Lad" ....

I only venture in the edge of Hell City to be an example to follow out of that darkness you so eloquently describe! great write Tony!..............................Jim

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Tony Taylor

Yes....I can tell by your poetry ....you lead by example......and I thank you my friend!!......lots of love......keep up the good work brother!......peace......T xoΒ  : )

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Tony Taylor

Thank you Miss DARKLY!!......smiles....T xoΒ  : )

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Lorna

Ooh this is dark for you Tony, really gritty

Quelling diamonds in the heart of pity
Where the old elixir pushes time

Love these lines
Hope you're wellΒ 
Lorna x

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Tony Taylor

Thank you LORNA....for taking time with this and for the oh so kind words.....so glad you're around again!!.....Glide on love my friend!!......smiles....T xoΒ  :Β  )

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Marion

Actually quite a good description of hell Tony, ....I occasionally like to dip...oops, I mean burn my toes so I'd know lol...

'Ragged gardening gloves representing pretty'...
what a fab line and perfectly represents the kind of poetry I prefer myself over the actual garden which at the end of the day all smells the same...Great write x

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Tony Taylor

MARION!!....what a marvelous comment......I REALLY like that line too....it's one of those moments in writing where I actually feel proud to call myself a poet....moments like that are SO worth it!!.......thanx so much dear poet sister.....smiles......T xoΒ  :Β  )

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Gwendoline

Epic writing Tony, one that for me reflects the now perfectly. Yet you pen it so poetically beautiful. Even though it is a painful reality. You clever, clever poet :)
β€œSnails leaving trails in cyber space fast
A planet of apes in destinies dance
”
so many amazing lines my friend. When you add it up, right now it is a scary place to be. We are still so young as a species. Yet we are destroying this planet and each other. Fabulous writing :)

yours xx

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Tony Taylor

Thanx tons love......your commentaries bring smiles and make me feel stronger about my writing.....you are a blessing to us all dear lady!!....Big smiles!!.....T xoΒ  : )

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John Prophet

Dark and foreboding write Tony.
Great range!
JP

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Tony Taylor

Thanx JP!!......ever the pleasure brother!!.....later......T xoΒ  : )

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