Rising Phoenix

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Rising Phoenix

In life I dream
In death I wake
My fleeting thoughts
I cannot take
I find your ill demeanour boring
Your pallid pallor is abhorring
My energies are vastly storing
‘Til like the phoenix I do rise

I seethe with steam
My flesh doth shake
This evil wrought
Was my mistake
My insides have gone mad, now roaring
And too, my flesh has gone a whoring
Here unto you I fall deploring
So won’t you look me in the eyes?

Now here I lie
Stark raving mad
My hopes and dreams
Have all gone bad
I find myself fatigued from caring
Your reckless rancor feels so paring
My enemies surround me staring
‘Til like the phoenix I do rise

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PrecientPoet commented on Rising Phoenix

01-25-2009

Good poem, fallen man and the example in your life. It's real in its own way.

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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