THE FOREST GREEN: So Little Time    
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pictureTuesday, July 6th 2004, by Marissa A Spencer

So Little Time

Would there be gentle words like joyous fountains
Words that roll soft and cool
Down shaggy mountains
Into waiting soft caves

Not machete chopping, gouging, wounding slices
Hacking a soul into a bleeding dying dices

There it is said
One note
Before you’re dead

A murder of one’s peace of mind
So little time to be kind
Hack, hack, hack.

It dies.

You die.

We die.

A spiritual death
Sour melodies
Lost in the darkness

Let there be new songs
May we sing them
To each other

© June 2, 2003 (c) July 6 2004 Marissa A Spencer



1 comment

8 Jul 2004 @ 12:34 by vaxen : Oh my...
you must have been in the mediation room before you wrote this. THis is not your usual fare, skookum, what, pray tell, has happened to you? Ah, missed me did'nt you? ;)

you'd be surprised....This is an old one refurbished...always a topic to ponder.. of course I missed you  

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