RosewoodA Poem by J.V. StanleySuch horror from one lieRosewood April 10, 2000 revised October 15, 2011 (another blast from the past) dangling from nearby trees- the rope snaps, a tendril falls, into the eyes, blinding.
Obtuse gatherings within a swamp of child-like obituaries inscribed within the minds of those who remember all too well the powers of animosity and the wrath that they imbibe. Peace and sovereignty-the lying lips of a venomous paramour, lecherous conduct seething through forked tongue and slithering intent. Her plaintiff stands beside watching eager to watch the colors fall like ransom leaves scurrying within the safety of the trees. A blind eye sees no truth in their justice nor the pathological lies, the demise of all who sinned; though, we ALL sin. Love conquered nothing but a bedridden tumult baking within the charcoal heavens where the washable watercolors spread the world in opaque brilliance only to crumble down and disintegrate the one true nature that makes us all free unrestrained, our perspectives unified unsullied by predetermined expectations. The gift of life is in a civil war with indifference that never escape the eyes that watch so intensely searching for the mirrors of conscience and morality Once found they drop, eyes agape at their own existence. The realization that the one spirit they've loathed so-killed so passionately is hiding deep within themselves, breaking free. © 2011 J.V. StanleyAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on October 15, 2011 Last Updated on October 15, 2011 AuthorJ.V. StanleyThe Upper Peninsula of Michigan, MIAboutJ. V. Stanley is the author of two books (both available on amazon). She is also the CEO and Founder of Writerz Block editing service where she has worked with authors such as Kandice C. Mason, John .. more..Writing
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