| July 11th, 2008 |
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Close the gate that forbid the impossible.
Stop the clock ; let time stay it's place
little numbers, making it easy for you.
travel through them and take your time.
just ask and ask.
Do you believe in Time Travel? Current Mood:  relaxed |
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What does she hear in the night of the whispering wind?
Is it the soft breeze that caressed her face?
The moon light shining on her pale skin as she looks up to the stars
She waits for him, looking out in the night
Waiting for love to take it's flight |
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Poetry by Albert De Lorenzo
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09:03 pm
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I Told Them, I Told Them All
by Albert De Lorenzo
They buried you today
and I wasn’t there,
didn’t need to be really,
to see your cold dead body
with its broken face.
I wonder if time slowed down
at the crucial moment?
Did you see the bullet coming
agonizingly slow, creeping
till it splattered your brains.
I can too easily see you
lying twisted, the tub
like a vase, your body
like a vine leading to
your red blooming head.
One of those exotic plants
that bloom every 47 years,
they are so frighteningly
beautiful, that once seen
are never ever forgotten.
You stand next to me
shifting your ghostly gaze
grinning sardonically,
I told them Albert,
I told them all.Current Mood:  aggravated Current Music: Silence |
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