A WAR OF WORDS "Modern Folk Rock "the lyrics to Suicidal Poets The poem has earned a guaranteed slot in the finals and publication in the book “Nature’s Echoes” scheduled for the spring 2001. www.Poetry.com

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I WAS WATCHING A MOVIE ABOUT A GUY EXPERIENCING NIGHTMARES WHILE IN A COMA AND THEN MY THOUGHTS TRAVELED ELSEWHERE TO POETS HAVING A WAR OF WORDS.THE LINE KISS THE SKY ONLY TO BE RETURNED PERTAINS TO THE FACT THATWHEN WE DIE WE MAY BE FORGOTTEN BUT NOT OUR ART OR OUR POETRY WHICH IS WHAT I MEANT BY ONLY TO BE RETURNED IT WILL LIVE ONTHE CONCEPT OF POURING INK ALL OVER YOU WAS THE ONLY WAY OF BEING ABLE TO VISUALISE SOMETHING THAT YOU CANT SEE.

Scenes from my nightmare,pictures from a coma.
Extremist freaking out,hiker going nowhere.
Where suicidal poets twist and wrestle with swollen words, that can't be swallowed
but kiss the sky only to be returned.
I want to pour ink all over you and leave my mark.
I want to hear you call me from beyond
and lay your icy fingers on my form.
Moisten my body with your breath and penetrate my soul.
Within your clenched fist I am trapped inside me, beneath your skin is where I can be free.
I want to pour ink all over you and leave my mark.
I want to hear you call me from beyond and lay your icy fingers on my form.
Suicidal poets exchanging words which bear no weight,
Torment my brain and leave me bloody speechless.
I'm left alone to gather broken pieces.
I want to pour ink all over you and leave my mark.
I want to hear you call me from beyond and lay your icy fingers on my form.