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subliminal shepherd

look into these eyes
these cracked soul windows
locked and fully loaded
with madman promise

all for you, baby
all for you
you just don't know it
not now, not yet

but come tomorrow?
you'll be on your knees
praying for yesterday
just to be the first in line

to stake your claim
to capture the fire
to inspire envy
to breathe the lie


Rene ~ March 2012
For Magpie Tales
Image by Sarolta Ban

Comments

  1. huh, had to back out to your main page to be able to leave a comment...

    not sure i completely follow...but if your powers of suggestion work...and i wake up clucking like a chicken...its not going to be good...

    smiles.

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  2. Whoa! That's a smack up side the head Renee. A good one!

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  3. Thank you for your poem!

    Wander

    http://wanderwithoutbeinglost.blogspot.com

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  4. Locked and loaded for sure....love this Rene! :-)

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  5. Praying for yesterday? Sheesh!

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  6. First in line?

    Oh yeah, I will KILL to be first in line.

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  7. A little bit of noir. I enjoy that hard-kmockin, no nonsense gravitas. You get it here in spades (so to speak). Nicely spun words and write.

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  8. I like the atmosphere you created here using narrative, dialog and repetition with the to:… at the end. nice piece. thanks

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  9. Well said! Lots of passion in this!
    http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/03/05/almost-right/

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  10. I especially like "madman promise"...well done Rene...

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  11. holy mama. this rocks - uber confident. precise and to the point.

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