looking a cross water, by April BLue
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loo king a cross wa tear
element of cents four me u sea
thin king of harri son's song
"isnt it a pity?" on the hunt tear's dock
re memburr ing his brother in law
guard den ER flat on his back
dylan N george ma king faces on the wall
little polar raids diss played in view
kell tick man with a poet's eye
eye born of add verse ity
eye born of gene oar oh us city
kell tick man with a poet's sigh
gilbert the chicano
with hair brown oh
he liked me secret lee i know
twinkling eye boo who
loo king a cross wa tear
elle meant of serena tea
re memburring how christ walked upon
wa tear with out fear my dear
fisher king who reigned su preme
grabbed the pole with my hand
three holed brick bee low my feet
rope on the hand dell
grabbed the pole and reeled it in
sparkling silver pink N blue
scales scattered a cross wa tear
sparkling silver pink N blue
mouth gasping for air 2 breathe
smashed the head with needle nose
felt the crunch of death in hand
felt it's stillness of life gone
wondered if i could eat it with my mouth
crown of thorns of life
was what i had seen early ER
crown of humilation N strife
his blood was the mortal price
knowledge in a kernel of rice
or mustard seed |
Posted: 2005-06-13 16:40:24 UTC |
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2005-06-17 15:08:04 | Apache Rose |
I enjoy the way you divide and alter words in order to enhance the imagery (e.g. 'water' becomes 'wa tear'...'see' becomes 'sea'). The expression 'cry me a river' comes to mind. |