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| Hunting in the Jungle, Time Bomb; Changes some old poems for the better | |
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| Holocollector | Dec 9 2006, 06:08 AM Post #1 |
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Hunting in the Jungle I could not see through The Forest, like some Mist that covered everything. Then out of nowhere a branch, Fell on top of me fast like Lightning falling on top Of me, cracking my bones. Restful. There I lay, On the floor lost, Floor vanishing, with hungry animals, Food pickings on the floor, When the Forest floor gave of a bodily Odor. For several years later, People came, who’s thoughts I could hear, of death stories. Those which wanted known What was in this deadly jungle game? Well here animals raged and killed. And there was deadly shrouding Jungle mist and many a hunter’s misfortune. I knew the jungle well, Was not for us adventuring travelers Ever to set foot, But a forest filled with wild animals, beasts. So I set out back home, hunting rifle in hand, In hopes of finding the best quarry. Time Bomb Thinking deeply I knew Something inside of me was beating, and so I knew I was being tricked When I heard something clicking. And so I wanted to know how much Longer I’d live. Mechanical clocks were ticking inside hearts, Setting the time to detonate, And I knew one day it would, And that death would come swiftly, It would. I needed to play The waiting game. So I stood there watching, As time was passing by idly, And when it all stopped one day, A massive explosion ignited, And gone were those old days Of time well spent. Fate in the hands of time Collided, and the clock rung click Tick and I was dead. |
| Note: My english writing skills need work so don´t even think of asking me to change it entirely or relearn my english (the impossible). I don´t like the signature, I willl eventually add a picture. | |
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