Cutting Solids

A circular saw leaves so much more than the carcass it has striped
The lengthy nails of fingers wail of those that are remiss
Shining blades left saving maids from cleaning torn remains
Cleaning death as victims wept to never be the same

Walking tall on blades of fall while children trick to treat
Dining pleasures with sugared treasures crashing at their feet
All for judgment and disagreements with points of view uncertain
Trying hard to hold applause and delay the final curtain.

The flow of blood falls front stage right, depending on your seat
The maids are waiting, and debating on how to make this neat
Fragile minds can justify any thoughts that they create
Turn a rose to a weed to fill a selfish need, so they can relate
All in all ill fall this fall and change with autumns will
The time has come to justify my stance as I stand still

I know that I've been here before and died from prides attack
The only thing that leaves me hollow are the bones within my back
My skin drops down, I'm in the round on a table with outstretched limbs
A knife through my heart and in my back is how my day begins

Don't stop and stare at my despair just listen and hope for me
For one day soon, as midday's moon, I'm sure that I will see...



Poetry by TheNakedPoet
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Written on 2007-01-19 at 00:17

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