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5 - Saira Viola

7/5/2014

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Voodoo Romeo 362 
 
"But why don't you love me ?"
"Do the Storm Clouds ask the sun why they shun his crown of gold ?"
"Do the mountains ask the snow birds why they flee their icy hold ?"
"Does the rain ask the sky why tears of blue are shed?"
"Will the Earth ask the soil why the seeds of Life are dead?"




Flat Pack Incarnate
 
Death like uniformity
Chills the sleek lines
No dust ,
No explication
No frothy family motifs
A boiling austerity
Strips away the chintz
And small time ambition of the greasy herd
They cling to the mill
Their voices like scattered stars chained to the elbow of
Nothing .



Answer To A Seraph 
 
Don't ever want to see 
The pain of a mother's despair 
Catch her tears like pearls 
And garland her hair 
With silver words
to sooth and comfort 
Her anguished brow 
Like a withered rose 
Her ivory face washed with fear 
And powdered rows
 of fake compliance 
Which hold her wrinkled gloom 
As night veils the dawn 
With whispered tongues of peace 
Only to slaughter the day with EVICTION 
 



La Verite  
 
The truth will bury your fathers and mothers 
The truth cracks the prison cells of your mind 
The truth slaughters King to Servant 
The truth rapes the sands of Time 
The truth weighs more than a tonne of gold 
The truth will yoke you to your soul
The truth will fly you to Eternity 
But the  truth will noose your Liberty 
Boom Boom Boom !




Five Past Midnight 
Creased lines of sadness mourn the pockets of your eyes
Your hair matted with nostalgia
Shuffling around like a wounded dog
Your waist sagging with indifference
Where did you go and how did you get here?
Just a sodden reminder of yesterday.
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