Human Clay
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human clay,
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Band CreedAlbum Human Clay
I chose to use the
same title as the album.
Human Clay
I do not understand the reason for my birth
It seems I come from that of earth
But, I am not of flesh and bone
And I cannot walk across this broken stone
Holding time within my hand
I am anchored to the land
The mystery is to be read
Upon these crossroads which lie ahead
Revealing my body’s true tone
I take my soul alone
Take away from my face this pain
If what I ask is not in vain
Give light to my darkened eyes
Before my spirit again dies
My shadows pain the ground
As my voice echoes no sound
It seems I come from that of earth
But, I am not of flesh and bone
And I cannot walk across this broken stone
Holding time within my hand
I am anchored to the land
The mystery is to be read
Upon these crossroads which lie ahead
Revealing my body’s true tone
I take my soul alone
Take away from my face this pain
If what I ask is not in vain
Give light to my darkened eyes
Before my spirit again dies
My shadows pain the ground
As my voice echoes no sound
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1 comment:
Rose Dewy Knickers said...
Hi Michelle,
This is a neat poem to match the picture.
Rose
xo
Saturday, September 29, 2007
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Anonymous Jak said...
quite pleasant. i liked the ending especially. feels like an old oral fable being passed down.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
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Blogger Jo said...
Yes, a nice job.......though I find the painting very eery. And more prompts???? Great.
July 4, 2008 at 10:50 AM
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