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Emptiness

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Michael
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0 posted 01-19-2012 03:09 PM       View Profile for Michael   Email Michael   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Michael


Emptiness


I'm not sure I was ever born,
As I look to my palm, full of thorns;
Recalling each flower, how they wilted
In the presence of something so jilted.

No, it seems I always have been,
(That insatiable hunger within);
Watching each infernal second slip by me,
Knowing not even Death will satisfy me.

I am a darkness that soaks up light,
Leaving all lost to eternal night.
I am the shadow that falls on each face
Before it disappears without a trace.

Yeah, something inside me is broken.
You feel it, without a word spoken...
And yet try to appease me, still,
As I slowly bleed you of your will.

Oh, many a life I have felled,
For it is I cannot be quelled.
Yet in the search for true loving bliss,
You hold out your hand for me to kiss.

And the lightning strikes in the sky,
As thunder swallows the cries of "why?"
And the rain turn to an incessant sorrow
That never releases tomorrow.

Nothing about me is deception,
For I, myself, cast no reflection.
All you see, if you cannot see through me,
Are the wishes that have been cast to me.

So, quietly, I tread the disdain
Of an existence that only brings pain.
Ah, look, another hand to kiss...
"So pleased to meet you, I am Emptiness."


Michael Anderson

1/19/2012


I strike! It quivers in that heart
Which drives me to this end;
I draw and kiss the bloody dart,
My last-my only friend!

~Abraham Lincoln

[This message has been edited by Michael (01-20-2012 12:54 AM).]

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1 posted 01-19-2012 03:30 PM       View Profile for suthern   Email suthern   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for suthern

I will surely come back to this... it caused such a visceral response I need a sweater against the chill. But in this powerful write of pain one line reverberates in me

"Nothing about me is deception,"

Truer words were never written... You ARE truth, honesty without sugarcoating. And I'll keep casting wishes your way until the day your life overflows with happiness. *S*

... And you are one brilliant poet... *shiver* *S*
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Ah, Michael, I have been there. And been there. And . . . A horrible place to be. However, in your case some damn good poetry comes from that darkness.

~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways ~*~

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3 posted 01-19-2012 04:07 PM       View Profile for bel1e   Email bel1e   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for bel1e

Chilling depiction and metaphor for one of our most malign downfalls....great stuff!

             

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4 posted 01-19-2012 04:26 PM       View Profile for Nicole   Email Nicole   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Nicole

There can be no light without the dark, and you shine with both - I've seen it.  
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5 posted 01-19-2012 05:12 PM       View Profile for JL   Email JL   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for JL

"Nothing about me is deception,
For I, myself, cast no reflection.
All you see, if you cannot see through me,
Are the wishes that have been cast to me.

So quietly I tread the disdain
Of an existence that only brings pain.
Ah, look, another hand to kiss...
"So pleased to meet you, I am Emptiness.""


Yes, you have made the word
emptiness comes alive in this write.
That, your "Emptiness" I can understand.
I went to visit a friend of mine
in a VA hospital in Houston a few years ago.
There, I saw what you have displayed here.


JL

Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself.
Maranatha!

Michael
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6 posted 01-19-2012 05:52 PM       View Profile for Michael   Email Michael   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Michael

Ruth, yeah, if nothing else I am that I suppose.  /Sigh

JP, lol, an honorable consolation prize... At least my muses find appreciation.

Bel1e, metaphor?  Heck, I was just looking in the mirror.  

Nicole, I might shine in both, but it's what's left when I walk away that I worry about... That ever broadening path of destruction I leave in my wake, also known as my life.  :/

JL, as a child I saw a Vietnam vet sitting against a brick wall at the Third St. Promenade in Santa Monica, and he was just like that... Eyes staring off into nothingness... A tangible emptiness if ever there was such a thing.  I will never forget that.  It was a sad, disturbing thing to witness.
  
Thank you all,

Michael
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7 posted 01-19-2012 08:47 PM       View Profile for Honeybunch   Email Honeybunch   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Honeybunch's Home Page   View IP for Honeybunch

I'm sure many of us can relate to the emptiness you speak of but perhaps not many can describe it so well.  Excellent poem!  
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8 posted 01-20-2012 03:34 AM       View Profile for tracie66   Email tracie66   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit tracie66's Home Page   View IP for tracie66

wow! an exceptional write Michael

Love is the life of the soul...
It is the harmony of the universe
                         W. E. Channing

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Things on my bucket list:
      write a duet with Michael.





You had me from the beginning, all the way to the end, my friend.

Michael
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Honeybunch & Tracie, thanks you both, so much.

K., lol... I'm not laughing at your request, (I would be honored to write a duet with you), but I had to giggle a bit thinking this is the endearing poem that prompted it.     and hush that "bucket list" talk... you're not going anwhere for a long, long time.  Not without my permission anyhow.     Thanks love, you know my email.
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11 posted 01-23-2012 09:48 AM       View Profile for suthern   Email suthern   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for suthern

(told you I'd be back... though that doesn't mean I brought with me the kind of response this poem deserves. *G*)

The first verse makes me think of my "Thistles"... and I wonder... do we ever really get past the bleed when our earliest bouquets (literal or not) are rejected? When we're programmed from the get-go to believe something is missing... do we embrace the emptiness because expecting nothing leads to less disappointment? I don't expect answers (if anyone has them, they could replace Dr. Oz on TV and make millions. LOL)... just consider these incoherent ramblings as evidence that your words have touched me deeply... even though some of the ponderings are painful. *S*
 
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