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Hurting From Tears Of Hurts Then Creating Years Of Joy
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Hurting From Tears Of Hurts Then Creating Years Of Joy |
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D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
I started writing wondering where the mind was going and I wrote for those abused. I am not sure if I created the effect but my mind tried to hurt that bad. I try to write in differnt styles this was hard. Scrambled images tortured so Distortions in perplexed concave mirrors Implosions of decrepit thoughts Stormy lashings of internal needs Solitary confinement in rustic walls Fibers in friction abuse Softly I cry Leathery imprints on life’s hardship Plants wounds in self defeat Huddled memories in fisted might Lay me out to bleed dry Childhood dreams that do not die Due turn my insides out Gently I move In haunted time I creep forward In visions that trace my path Escaping any mirrors That might reflect back to me In clothes that hide my past I walk the streets alone Inside I need A path is broken my eyes cower In a light with a few words I shy away to find the passage of time Not looking back but feeling the need for more A cracked sidewalk stands before me as my eyes mist In the shell of such divisions Defeated I crave Wondering from my fortitude The cement has seem to dry Within the tears not shed Lightning cracked a sound of leather wings Blinded eyes focused slow On hands that did not bleed Scared I wondered A halo of doubt created from years of defeat Created the wings of joy In a softness in voice a chorus did sing To within my miracle I wanted more I went to turn but the eyes spoke inside of me For all of a sudden there was no retreat Immobile I spoke In steps so small I felt like a child We talked for hours of eternities Visions were put in front of me without any abuse Oceans of thoughts sought me out in waves of relief Walking on the shores of my hidden boundaries I expanded within a thousand smiles Independent I reached In my wandering since then The teachings has been to rely not on one And not on the beauty that captivated me But in a universe of lonely people My suitor thought me to look beyond clothes To reach in were no one dares For in your eyes they will see you have been there Happy I joined For our canvas is now one In visions of flowery gardens expanding In new masterpieces that only two can share When both do not use the hand that hurts And voices that never destroy The shell that binds Softly, Gently, Inside, Defeated, Scared, Immobile, Independent, Happy thoughts I love D.Lester Young (01/29/02) Tuscaloosa, AL Copyright © D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry) http://www.writtenbyme.com/userprofile.php?name=davelyoung1 http://www.authorsden.com/visit/author.asp?AuthorID=5012 |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
There was not a single stanza that I felt stood out from the rest, this overlapped and cantiliered, with the understanding that I think is innate in all of us. I sometimes wonder if it's possible to grow up without damaging the psyche. A very in-depth look at life in general--this one weighs heavy, my friend! |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
This is a very powerful and emotional write! To be able to write something of this depth and magnitude really shows your enormous creativity level. I especially enjoyed the way you wrote of a feeling in the last line of each stanza. This is a masterpiece and I'm keeping it in my library! Thank you for this keeper! ~Hugs, Nancy~ ~Time has cast a spell on you, |
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D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
I am glad this piece worked and I hope it opens minds to think. Blessings. |
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