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A Heart of Sand
A heart racing,
Hands sweating,
And mind pacing.
As if I knew what love was or is like.
I am a Tomb King.
I have created my castle
My kingdom
And reside in it
Living out the days
Slumbering until...
Interred in a sarchophagus
Resting to my melodius music.
Feeling is gone
And partly forgotten.
Yet mostly my point is,
Love poems are cliched,
Heartbreaks old hat,
Erotica is not entertaining,
And poetry has become pale.
Still, I have all eternity to change this to my liking.
Legions of Words await my Will.
Hands sweating,
And mind pacing.
As if I knew what love was or is like.
I am a Tomb King.
I have created my castle
My kingdom
And reside in it
Living out the days
Slumbering until...
Interred in a sarchophagus
Resting to my melodius music.
Feeling is gone
And partly forgotten.
Yet mostly my point is,
Love poems are cliched,
Heartbreaks old hat,
Erotica is not entertaining,
And poetry has become pale.
Still, I have all eternity to change this to my liking.
Legions of Words await my Will.
Published 27th Jul 2011
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29th Jul 2011 10:20pm
Lord I must agree with the last 6 lines of this beautiful piece.
Thank you for sharing your perspective.
Rock on
30th Jul 2011 3:22am
It may be a heart of sand in a deserted existence but it can see clearly for miles and miles. A deathly clear perspective, yet murmurings of a will to change it and recreate a Babylonian paradise out of the dunes.
