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Martagon
Gigi Lombard
South Africa, CAPE TOWN

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Waiting

In a place where evil resides
And children fear their shadows
a place where a demon hides
this is the place where knowledge grows

I understand that death is torment
And that evil contorts the heart
But is it true that souls must fend
And all gods must be apart

If so – then take away my strange life
And give me a big scar
So that angels can go from strife
And let go of the ancient star

In a time where children stand still
And birds flock into shapes and directions
Where I have forgotten my will
And where the ancient star controlled my true emotions

This is the time where I lay dormant
And wait for all gods to be One
I eat side by side with the cormorant
And I cut off my own legs so the bird may run…

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veecee79 Comment by: veecee79 - 2007-10-18 20:21
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"In a place where evil resides
And children fear their shadows
a place where a demon hides
this is the place where knowledge grows"

Love this - terrifying and true.
Autobohm Comment by: Autobohm - 2007-10-17 16:09
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interesting the tales we weave. good mental imagery.
mitra Comment by: mitra - 2007-10-17 03:33
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The opening and ending is very strong. Leaving us to wonder if we have missed anything and so we read again.
"evil contorts the heart" - Love this. It speak of believe that all starts out pure.
latinapoet Comment by: latinapoet - 2007-10-16 12:39
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Interesting. It really set me to think. I loved how you used metaphors such as: "cut off my own legs so the bird may run". It really throws your writing towards another level of "Spiritual" since I see more like a battle inside of you, a soul search that you and only you can control.
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