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jurialmunkey · 12-16-2004, 05:41 PM

*Signs self up for entry into challenge.*
/also loves Frances the Mute

A parade of alter-ego's / Child-like cut paper clippings / Fading away the older they grow... - Grrrr!! Can't write. Will try again later.

My 'Try again later':

Old People’s Home..
© 2004 Cooper Beilby

We’ll sit for hours staring at graveyard walls.
The beating of my heart stops again.
A fractal mandate of these old monarchs.
Glazed over eyelids are fighting the controls.

White flowers grow in the winter
Tyrants with scepters, blow for blow.
Covered in snow I can’t move my...
Mature scarecrow, shrouded with mist.

The funeral marches.
Watch them turn to old gulls.
Bickering amongst crumbs,
And old flecks of dust.
A continuum marches.
Hear them grow old and dull.
Bickering amongst crumbs,
And external rust.

We’ll cut their powers starring in funeral homes,
The beating of my heart stops again.
A withered band-aid covering their grazes.
Raising their eyelids as another of them goes.

White flowers grow in the winter
Tyrants with scepters, blow for blow.
Covered in snow I can’t move my...
Mature scarecrow, shrouded with mist.

12-16-2004, 05:41 PM	#2
jurialmunkey You Need Sunshine, Vitamin... S&amp;L Mx Sarcasm Princess. Look-out, I bite... Or does that turn you on? Join Date: Jun 2001 Location: Inside a Bi-Polar Bear Posts: 2,113	Signs self up for entry into challenge. /also loves Frances the Mute A parade of alter-ego's / Child-like cut paper clippings / Fading away the older they grow... - Grrrr!! Can't write. Will try again later. My 'Try again later': Old People’s Home.. © 2004 Cooper Beilby We’ll sit for hours staring at graveyard walls. The beating of my heart stops again. A fractal mandate of these old monarchs. Glazed over eyelids are fighting the controls. White flowers grow in the winter Tyrants with scepters, blow for blow. Covered in snow I can’t move my... Mature scarecrow, shrouded with mist. The funeral marches. Watch them turn to old gulls. Bickering amongst crumbs, And old flecks of dust. A continuum marches. Hear them grow old and dull. Bickering amongst crumbs, And external rust. We’ll cut their powers starring in funeral homes, The beating of my heart stops again. A withered band-aid covering their grazes. Raising their eyelids as another of them goes. White flowers grow in the winter Tyrants with scepters, blow for blow. Covered in snow I can’t move my... Mature scarecrow, shrouded with mist. Last edited by jurialmunkey; 12-22-2004 at 12:57 AM.