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The Call Of Cannons (Free verse) by SupremeDreamer
Rotten flesh hangs From my breath.. Here I am, straining, Against inner death. Being torn Between two polar points Of dispair or hope.. Not even the mounds of dope Can cover my anger In my fitfull rage.. Not looking at the pages On the wall.. Watch while I decide Whether or not to fall. I hear the whistling call, Of the cannons, Blowing across the bow. What the hell do they want Now? I wish to mold Myself, to myself. But eager is everyone To change everything About me, and what I see.. The administration Doesn't understand.. The pedals of love For them, are rotting, Falling, over wilted Brown grass. The mass Of conformity Rages forth For me. It wont matter, Cut and slice, I will pay The price. I'll roll the dice Once more, forgeting Their pathetic lore. For all they are To me is just a bore. It infuriates me To the core.. Here I wait, standing, At the door, Locked, the guards Laughing. Watch.. as I knock The door down, And their smiles Turn to frowns. Watch.. as I reclaim My crown.

Up the ladder: Smack me
Down the ladder: Pencil Dust [revised]

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Arithmetic Mean: 6.8333335
Weighted score: 5.493059
Overall Rank: 2720
Posted: July 22, 2003 7:21 PM PDT; Last modified: July 22, 2003 7:21 PM PDT
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[7] horus8 @ 24.126.113.154 | 23-Jul-03/12:02 AM | Reply
"The pedals of love" Best line ever! What a bike! Dark Bagel once said to me "You must be one of those uncompromising street poetes" You can have that title now. lol. I'm done with it. When i was in prison there was the guard that would wake us up in the middle of the night like it was an emergency... Then he would laugh and start flexing like a boddy building WWF steroid monkey. We called him the python man. What a waste of mashed potatos that bastard was. I never got any sleep.
[n/a] SupremeDreamer @ 69.19.181.21 > horus8 | 23-Jul-03/11:02 PM | Reply
street poet.. hrmm.. im not sure if this is a label i really want to keep ;/
[8] Shardik @ 24.126.113.154 > SupremeDreamer | 24-Jul-03/1:06 AM | Reply
Emphasis on the uncompromising rebellious nature you sadist, not the street, geez.
[6] <~> @ 167.206.181.179 | 31-Jul-03/7:34 AM | Reply
wow. so many metaphors, so little unity.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 217.35.159.37 | 31-Jul-03/7:55 AM | Reply
Great use of "dope" to rhyme with "hope".
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