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SUICIDAL TELEPATHIC WEBBS----RAINBOWS MELT

Spiders
clinging static in earthly charge
watched

as he watched
dribbling his condensed sentence
sprawling in mapped destruction
snapped sharp incisions
carved cautious celebration
deaths opening floor
washed in crimson sunlit fools

they watched
knowing empathy
silent within creation
watching

loves early strivings
against winter steel gates
and summers warm heated straw
collapsed breaching later times
cheating
discovering pornographic wines
tastes sinking breathing bereft

a halo, holographic in drugged disguise
hovering out on that horizon
in that night when angels
threw vacant handshakes

They watched
as they always had
each in the telepathic refuge
 knowing  silence

STRAIGHTENING HE CAUGHT
THE GLIMPSE OF MIRRORS LAUGHTER
SMILING
HE KNEW  THEY WATCHED
AT LEAST NOT ALONE
SCRATCHED A WHIMPER
INTO THE FINAL TRUTH

 

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Nine Eleven

Such a powerful poem Terry, so much dept I can't breath under the words yet I let them take me to a world so misunderstood by many and experienced by millions.

Love the song, she was a master of music, may she rest in peace.

I do prefer the original though, Morrissey's Voice has an intense melancholy tone to it.

 

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terry terri ZO

I love the original but could not load it up-the lyrics in the song drag your heart-
thanx for kind words -I tend to get lost when writing so I can suddenly go on a tangent- thanx

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