A while a ago my friend and I collaborated on a cool poem via email. He wrote a few lines and then I wrote a few lines. We have a similar style, so it meshed nicely! Check it out....
untitled
the grinding mouth of time,
the night, a quiet word that is broken
and nothingness sets in oblivious of every
corpse that has come and gone
An entity of silence is whispering
the secrets of an unborn prophet,
belated dreams, an exodus of deceased
is already heading to a place beyond reality
and the tears of unborn angels urinate
their dreams and ambitions through
the wild agonies of unrelated pasts-
unforgiven, and left, to become abortions
dried by the bitter winds under the wounded
moon of a lost winter's night
which merciless spreads its rage
against the impious that are running away
with their naked dreams
towards the precipice of truth,
the ultimate truth, fugitives of the Pandemonium
in search of the forbidden wisdom,
harsh and sordid as the last dance of a gypsy
on a puddle of blood and tears
Brian Trota / Fermin Gonzalez
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