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Date Posted: 09:42:27 03/03/09 Tue
Author: vince
Subject: Messages in Bottles

One night inside a dream, I decided to find a message
It was locked inside a bottle
In the background I could hear off-beat violinists
They tried the limits of jazzy time signatures
To my left-side was Venice, alive and splendid
Machiavelli stepped into view or was it a guy pretending
The city gates were opened releasing the knights of vengeance
The likes of vikings, titans, gremlins were in sight...expressing
Their love for fighting, praying to the God of War, quiet depressing
All though the site was tempting, I never stepped into the light
It wouldn't have been a bright intention here in the ninth dimension
Despite resentment, I knew it was time to find my essence

The looming skirmish was explosive and perfect
Addicted to its poetry, guess I got my word fix
The townsqaure was decimated, upturned, worthless
Generals were M.I.A....undiscovered in impending searches

Adrenaline going full throttle, I wanted the message in the bottle
It was rolling back to the river the whole of Rome, was toppled
I had a decision to make, that message in a bottle
Could've been a depiction explained or plain written in vain
Getting to that spinning bottle would be everything but easy
It was no longer cloake din darkness
To pursue it meant that the warring soldiers would see me
I had to decide how important was this mission to me
For all I knew the words on it, could be written in Greek
Had to make up my mind before the letter was dipped in the sea
So I gave it chase at the quickest of speeds, a vision to see
I jumped into the mob's view not caring how brutal
The lynching would be

The looming skirmish was explosive and perfect
Addicted to its poetry, guess I got my word fix
The townsqaure was decimated, upturned, worthless
Generals were M.I.A....undiscovered in impending searches

Got my hands on the prize while archers flung arrows
A few of them pierced me, I didn't care though
I would die, not as a victim but an unsung hero
Approaching footsoldiers looked bolder from up close
Many of them ran harder while some froze
Choking own my own blood thinking, "So, what"
It was worth it so the waves wouldn't
Soak that very precious note up
I don't care if these barbarians want my throat cut
In the end I'd own up to the folly I gave chase
I twisted open the cap, only half-way shut
When I read the letter all it said was, "Wake Up."

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