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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448457" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gerunds</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'We are no fragile poets, ' he said<br>sipping panaceas; <br>no, <br>we bleed in these bloody times.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our descriptors screech- <br>show calluses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our gerunds <br>are heavy-laden, <br>participled<br>and unrelieved.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In our time <br>we've had sex<br>with the dark and delicious.<br>Our tiny lusts are autographed<br>on our eyelids.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have ridden the night bull <br>and kissed cold similes<br>licked razor blades, <br>cut ourselves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our body linings<br>have slipped to edges-<br>scabs removed-<br>our scars exposed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our loves have been tattooed<br>on our foreheads and we consume<br>what we love best.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We've known villainous reprieves-<br>raw extremes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We've seen our low expectations<br>sucked dry; <br>our joyless roses decline to bloom; <br>we have seen steeled excusings, <br>blatant excrescences<br>resent me's, <br>poxed regrets, <br>vampire ideologies, <br>deeply cutting debaucheries <br>and Unspeakeries.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We've had<br>our wisdom wrung<br>from emotion's sponge; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">our oasises<br>have been carved from pulp existence-<br>our meanings extracted<br>from Carpathian realities.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are no fragile poets then<br>opining on slippery metaphysical surfaces.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are similes' survivors-<br>denizens of the electron brainscape; <br>voices winnowing; <br>down into the strangled world; <br>our task is, nonetheless <br>to re-dream all things.<br>Our callouses grant us the mettle, <br>our hearts show the way<br>our determination is un-sunk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We must be the Rough Poets<br>eyeball to eye ball <br>with both Dream and Reality; <br>we must brandish<br>the seemly<br>against the unseemly<br>and remain true to Poetries.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q>
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sipping panaceas; 
no, 
we bleed in these bloody times.'

Our descriptors screech- 
show calluses.

Our gerunds 
are heavy-laden, 
participled
and unrelieved.

In our time 
we've had sex
with the dark and delici..."></div>
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