If I were you
I’d drive a bull-dozer
Or be an atom bomb
Better still.
Then I would make
colonnades fall
With one swish of my imaginary sword.
The world shall collapse too
With its old habits and rituals,
Aged concepts and biased notions.
The noise! The noise,
I want more of it;
The noise of an approaching end.
I hear the footsteps.
Everything…fall, break, die!
But not lives!
Not a stain of blood!
I’m a bloody massacre
But the blood is only mine.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
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Another marvellous poem!!!! Keep it up......
lovely words full of intensity...very nice!
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Good poem!
do you wanna start the new year with blood?? hehe...Another nice peice of poetry !!!
its beautiful..
i have never seen the mix of such emotions in a surreal theme like this!
and yes,happy new year
hey..awesome poem...good going..thnx for dropping by on my blog..keep visiting...happy new yr to u too :)
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I’m a bloody massacre
But the blood is only mine.
...I could almost relate to it in a way
Whew!Had me breathless for a moment!Nice space you have here :)
"I’m a bloody massacre
But the blood is only mine."
- force de resistance.
Good one!
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