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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration 
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"excuse me while I tend to how I feel 'cause things return to me that still seem real" - Metallica ©2002 C.G. Ward took two years to blend indifference and distance into the timbre of my laughter. two days to lose it for you. the dreams that wake me at night are about something else: the thunder of mud, demons of twilight, 'cat's in the cradle and a silver spoon,' yada-yada-ya-ya. still, they're only trying to break the figs off my limbs while burying me beneath uncomfortable truths. you know - that ones we never want to face; the ones that hurt, the ones that are real, the ones that… see: so hard, so tired, so lost, so lost. they're just doing their job, no reason to blame myself… I should just blame me instead. what if I were to tell you that darkness bleeds across my sight during even the brightest days? would you smile? laugh? nod knowingly, your smug grin of "I knew that" plastered across the span of a paradigm like prisms reflecting forward into tomorrow; you really didn't know then, just pretended to so I'd smile. now, I'd just sigh as I always have - why not, when it seems to work so well? also though, I'd change. i do that too… when the moment calls for it or the day is different. whichever comes first or is of higher value. your call, your choice: my change. the funniest thing is that I used to make sense. of course, that was before I started thinking things through. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Now THIS is what I've been talking about... I need to learn this free verse phrasing, the stops and implications by the structure that makes it read easy in the mind. Hmmm.. The emotion is there, side-by-side with intense thought of self analysis, and I felt that empty ache that makes one sleep with pillows hugged to chest. I'm keeping this one...  wow... |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
C...this is an incredible poem! And I only got lost a couple times...lol. Last two verses are great. Good to read ya, again. One blaze of glory - glory |
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Bridget Shenachie Senior Member
since 2002-01-23
Posts 1056Kansas USA |
Chris-- Liked this. Sometimes I ponder the futiliy of thinking too much. I'm glad that I can discard every wrong idea that I painstakingly reasoned into consciousness at instinctively the right moment. Although, sometimes nothing dies harder than a bad idea. Truth is--we can never authentically be what someone wants us to be. They either like us or they don't. Shenachie |
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Elizabeth Cor Senior Member
since 2000-10-13
Posts 879Over the river and through the woods |
rock. stone. dust. yeah, something like that... [This message has been edited by Elizabeth Cor (07-23-2002 05:30 AM).] |
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kaile
since 2000-02-06
Posts 5146singapore |
Chris, even the replies you get sound poetic..this must be testimony enough to the feel of this poem... i try to comment again when i feel adequate..til then, you will have to be satisfied with a "a read much enjoyed" ..give me a couple of days to ponder over this poem... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
took two years to blend indifference and distance into the timbre of my laughter. two days to lose it for you. ================================= the sting and ache of those lines resonated thru every line of the rest of this... it was supposed to... and you nailed it. good to read you again...you make perfect sense..its the sting that makes us think otherwise. peace and poetry poet sir mothyme How she loves me, I dont understand If time wont change me, perhaps she can And I feel her trying when were apart God dont let me break her heart [This message has been edited by Janet Marie (07-23-2002 08:17 AM).] |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Karen - You've been talking again? What have i told you about that...  Thank you luvlee, appreciated warmly.D - my thanks, m'man. I've been away, and now i'm away... uhm... ok. Thank you, i liked those the best as well... well, mixed with the one Janet pointed out. Thank you sir. Bridget - it IS sometimes futile to think so much... and painful and frustrating, and... and sometimes fruitful. not easy though, no. Thank you for the wonderfully thoughtful reply. Cor - at least you're not pointing out my pic again...  fr - i'm just lucky, i guess feel free to comment again, or i can just thank you for the kind reply. JM - you sure it's ok? i didn't rhyme at all... heh. sting and ache and loss and gain learning and relearning... it's all in there. thank you for understanding. C |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
er, when exactly was it that you used to make sense?  |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Gads. Does this ever talk to the center of things....I am impressed, and a bit more than impressed, Christopher...for a young pup... this seemed to be from a very old soul...  |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Sigh. Well, yes, I mused. I could write about the poem itself, or what it means... but really I find that it set me thinking about time, and change and distance and relationship - and all the things we learn from all the people we let into our hearts. The pain that seems invariable, as well as happiness...and how happiness has always seemed so momentary - and never an actual state. I think the only state is the one of being alive. I also think this poem, and all that lies behind it, is a testament to that. Huggles you - you did well, better than what you think.  K |
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Alwye
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Member Elite
since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
"what if I were to tell you that darkness bleeds across my sight during even the brightest days? would you smile? laugh? " -- I think those would have to be my favorite lines. Maybe because I ponder the same. It's wonderful to read you again, it's hard to find people with your kind of depth and skill with words. I enjoyed it greatly, old friend. Nice to see ya around. *Krista Knutson* |
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