and so it ends...the body is cremated, ashes scattered, possessions distributed. silence ensues and we are to wonder, was it a life well lived?
Monday, January 01, 2007
About Me
- Name: doriandra
- Location: United States
بلخ الحية، والموسيقى في مرحلة ما بعد المعاصرة المستقاة من ملذات الخراب.
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2 Comments:
if that was a question about me then the answer would be a resounding NO but, if it is about someone close to you then a very firm yes is required.
Where did all the time go hey?
I went to my Granddads house when my family of Vultures, descended on the spoils of an affluent life, with no less than a goddamed Auction,
Which was something they understood, being themselves Real Estate Folks…I sat away at a distance from the hungry and rude mob, who hardly even said Hi, with their toffy, smug disapproving Glances, Not believing these c---s are my relatives....there I sat in Grandmas Garden, Sketching it for the last time…A Garden Where they made a little piece of England, amongst the savage Aussie Bush. No one noticed,over the auctioneers amplified voice… the flowers , the lilies, Once My Grand Parents mistook me for a Lillie thief, -That’s when I knew their end was nigh, Strangers then, and Now surrounded by a pack of folks that are also strangers that make nice sounds about how blood is thicker than water...
And Now Action over, they've divided their spoils, and gone back to their greedy nests…
and still I wonder, Is that all there is...
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