<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528820" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>False Prophet?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You have humbled me-<br>Groveling for any stone <br>To throw; <br>Pebbles of yesteredays-<br>Paleolithic Era-<br>Sit silent-<br>In a copious- <br>Summer sun; <br>And you-<br>Drowning in such-<br>Circumstance...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The waters using you up-<br>Your energy dissolved-<br>In a mere flash-<br>One rip tide; <br>Gone in the glory-<br>And the deeps- <br>Unfathomnable-<br>Becomes the reality-<br>Of the still blue lagoon; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What a slap in the face-<br>From the tide...<br>It stung upon your-<br>Vanquished skin-<br>Shriveling from the water-<br>Logged tissue of your derma; <br>Down on your knees now-<br>In the glass house that-<br>You designed and built; <br>Flashes of a fresh view-<br>Of the sea and shore-<br>A Malibu moment resurrected; <br>Once accepted by you-<br>But unsatisfied- wanting more; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Away from the crags and rocky cliffs-<br>The pebbles-and the stones aside-<br>And onto the alibaster sands-<br>Where the heat comes rising from-<br>Your footprints-reminding even me-<br>That you were never immortal at all...<br>And Idoltry is not just a major sin but-<br>A delusion of the minds of those-<br>Who once believed in the magic of you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dedicated To: Sheltered aka: ...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Theodora+Onken">Theodora Onken</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528820" data-title="False Prophet? de Theodora Onken" data-description="You have humbled me- Groveling for any stone To throw; Pebbles of yesteredays- Paleolithic Era- Sit silent- In a copious- Summer sun; And you- Drowning in such- Circumstance... The waters using you up- Your energy dissolved- In a mere flash- ..."></div> </div> </div>

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