Blue to Red

[Cellar_Door]

Bah poetry, wasted space and time and paper. Wasted ink, usually on fingers, wasteful inkhttp://www.hipforums.com/forums/images/smilies/smile.gif

Here's my dabble in political poetry.
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The Blue dress it too tight

I feel the material twist over

my bruised skin

Sucking in, faint from the restraints

of the royal silks

I must find comfort

I pull a Red shawl

around my shoulders

Clothing my body in the

strength of a thousand threads



We died in trenches of urban warfare

Lives limited to one touch

Keep breathing, the smoke and the tears

fall from his lips as he

speaks the last dying words

of the revolution



I strayed, captured by the beauty

of blood promises of power and glory



They fall separated

Each one falling to the ground

Together we stood, together fallen from

the hands of our martyrs



I’m afraid of the dark void

I’m afraid of what I built

Absence of light and dreams

A slave to steel

And yours painted crimson by

the blood of my people



Utopia excommunicated by

the third committee of the forth standing



I suffered for what you believed in.

I chose the side of the oppressor and your people

oppressed us just the same

The swinging of the pendulum

The hems of my skirt caught underneath



I’m not weak, I cry purple and scream freely



The cost of hurting you is freedom for us all

Should I rise up against the gentleness

of your gaze?

I would bring down your empire

with one blink of my lashes

I could have their savior

His Mistress, his capturer



We bring you to your knees

Begging

Standing there I know why

you fought so long

So hard

I see the desperation in your

ideals

The corruption in mine

I fall begging for the center



You desert me draped in your flags

Abandoning every Red dream

[Lozi]

woah! *stands with mouth open* this poem is so bruised and fragile the character you're writing as....wowser....this is the most powerful piece i've read today! WOW!