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Heart--Shaped Cross
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posted March 12, 2005 10:42 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Heart--Shaped Cross     Edit/Delete Message
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The mob waxs eloquent - deadly sins and heavenly virtues
Fatal struggles with shame and disgrace
But cant you the boy standing in the corner
With tears in his eyes and mud on his face?

The dragons, the demons without and within
The Champion the Savior Archangels and Superman
Can no one see the scratch marks
Hear his pitiful silence as he bleeds?

Eyes like windows span the breath of your soul
A million questions, favors and pleas
Yearnings for deliverance, forgiveness and peace
Die untold deaths on quivering lips

Scraped knees bent in reverance
the rosary of repentance
grubby cherubic hands and feet
can no one wash the anger the hatred and fear
can no one heal the sinner with a gentle embrace?

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Heart--Shaped Cross
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posted March 14, 2005 09:50 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Heart--Shaped Cross     Edit/Delete Message
Another one I wrote four years ago,
and it only makes sense to me now.

Some words are sacred,
it hurts to speak them openly.

But I hear you speak them
(you speak of revolution),
and they echo in my heart;
they echo upon the waters;
the waters tremble before your voice.


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Heart--Shaped Cross
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posted March 14, 2005 09:52 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Heart--Shaped Cross     Edit/Delete Message
HAMLET
Thou pray'st not well.
I prithee, take thy fingers from my throat;
For, though I am not splenitive and rash,
Yet have I something in me dangerous,
Which let thy wiseness fear: hold off thy hand.

KING CLAUDIUS
Pluck them asunder.

QUEEN GERTRUDE
Hamlet, Hamlet!

All
Gentlemen,--

HORATIO
Good my lord, be quiet.

The Attendants part them, and they come out of the grave

HAMLET
Why I will fight with him upon this theme
Until my eyelids will no longer wag.

QUEEN GERTRUDE
O my son, what theme?

HAMLET
I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers
Could not, with all their quantity of love,
Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?

KING CLAUDIUS
O, he is mad, Laertes.

QUEEN GERTRUDE
For love of God, forbear him.

HAMLET
'Swounds, show me what thou'lt do:
Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself?
Woo't drink up eisel? eat a crocodile?
I'll do't. Dost thou come here to whine?
To outface me with leaping in her grave?
Be buried quick with her, and so will I:
And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
Millions of acres on us, till our ground,
Singeing his pate against the burning zone,
Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth,
I'll rant as well as thou.

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