Extent (-ion) PT 5A Poem by C. MclarenPart 5 to the Extet-ion files, a seemingly difficult to conjure but enjoyable to jot down series of whatever they are. Verbal typograpghy.
Let the blocks fall crushing down,
all the verbal gravity just to drown, the blood of everyday life and not a drop in hand. The beauty of the particles blend nothing to the skin but just as heavy wrapped warmly all beneath you, leave your prints they'll just absorb. Let the words explode, Let beats melt, Let waves break through, Throw hills up and put cause to effort. Value be perfume, locked on us as we look for something new. Let the water on the beach run bare into the caves. Maybe from example we can run too, blades of ignorance have begun to cut their way through save the city if it means anything to you. - (January 17th 2013) © 2013 C. MclarenAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorC. MclarenBarbadosAboutThese books of poems, songs or whatever it is I write have gotten fairly good reviews so far from the persons across the world I've shared them with. Some of my writings are dark, some give light and .. more..Writing
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