The Temple's Colouring Book

[Orb]

Indeed she does :) Orb is t3h lucky :)

Reflection (II)

Stars in the night sky, the fish in the sea
In the middle of deserts, lonely as can be
Run for some shelter, fleeing from the sun
My spotlight's lightless, but he's having fun

Imitations, he screams but no control
For an image, I sacrificed my soul

Bathed in napalm, drowned in liquid hype,
Unlike each other, but copying same type,
Another lover, another night to rot,
So long since sunrise, forgotten what he's got

They follow movements, all pre-ordained
He did it first, so my soul's not stained

Give me your hands, I'll lead you in the dance
Follow on, some tortured spectre of romance
Be my doubles, perpetuate the great scam
And when you die, your life ain't worth a damn

And in a tragic moment, the individual falls
Closed the only doorway, your talent no more calls

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A darker poem, with heavy progressive stylings (OK, well, written with heavier progressive music in my mind).

Anyway, more feedback would be great, even if only a , or 'Poetry? Are you living in the 19th Century?'

[Agent Miles]

Poetry is not for me,
But you are the ace.
Next time add a killer robot
and a fiery car chase!

[Ludens]

Anyway, more feedback would be great, even if only a , or 'Poetry? Are you living in the 19th Century?'

I am really no good at poetry, so I'll leave it at .

[Orb]

Water's Edge

Patient by the pond, tests the water with a paw
Still waiting on the pillow, the perfume that she wore
Is gone. Go on.

Sleeping in the afternoon, lover of the sun
Loves still more the night, passions overrun
By the pain. Refrain

From the mention of a past wound, sweetness in her eyes,
From the thunder of an ancient day and hunger she denies,
Because of what? Forgot

-ten not all the mishaps that made the self complete,
Looks with adoration, yet with caution obsolete
In present times. Replayed rhymes.

She's still at the water's edge,
Still on a mountain ledge
In her mind.

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Sort of improvised with a somewhat Floydian theme in the mind. The last verse was an entirely improvised addition (go figure) which just sort of came to me as I randomly tried to fit it to a tune.

Miles, I don't know whether to thank you for that or to demand more updates to A Fox In The Desert.

[Agent Miles]

It's a 'thumbs up', so you are more than welcome. I'm trying to work in the part where Miles and the killer robot have a fiery car chase!