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Michael
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0 posted 2012-02-17 12:03 PM



The Hunted


I walk the blackened highway as Orion claims the skies,
Unfolding as a tempest 'fore the worn and weary eyes -
While Darkness points the finger to a numbing in my chest -
While woe and wrong subdue the song of life's long, futile quest.

Awakened to a wilderness of dying desert sand,
I sift the dreams, as if ashes, with cold and calloused hand.
I bite the palm to suck the blood, and peel the tainted skin,
To taste, in haste, the barren waste of antiquated sin.

...As Thunder, rent asunder, shreds all threads of living Light!
...As rain becomes the pain of day wrapped well into the Night!
...As if the crown, yet held on high, though worn by King and Clown,
Could stem in whole one hell-wrought soul to ever weigh me down!

Stretched far into the distance of a fast-fading false dawn,
What glimpse of hope, for this myope, by Mourning's mist is drawn?
Oh, Hunter of the Night, give way that blinded eyes may see
Another day of black highway yet call me to the sea.

Lay me a vision, foul and deep, within tormented dreams,
If but a promise I can't keep along the way - it seems...
As castles fall, as Passion yields, and storms cry from the east;
She's risen from her fallen fields - that yet unconquered Beast!

So shall I stand on virtue?  Perhaps raise my shield in jest?
With nothing left to offer, shall I offer you protest?
No, lay my sword 'the oceans swells - I've nowhere left to roam;
Just cut these eyes cold from the cells, before you guide me home...

...To walk the wasted wilderness of Man and Bird and Beast.
...To peer into the holocaust of Life and Dream deceased!
...To ponder aimlessly the hopes and hiearchy of prayer,
While counting countless falters on your altars of Despair!

By feather or by talon or by claws as sharp as wit,
What game is there, left 'you and I, I have not yet forfeit?
What riddle stands that I must fall in rhymes of bated breath?
If first, if last; still before all, what sacriment in death.


Michael Anderson


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

© Copyright 2012 Michael Anderson - All Rights Reserved
katahdin
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1 posted 2012-02-17 04:01 AM


I really like your style, enjoyed.
Kat >^..^<

JerryPat2
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2 posted 2012-02-17 05:57 AM


Classic Michael Anderson poetry to stir the soul.

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

Nicole
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3 posted 2012-02-17 06:42 AM


Wow...this one brought back some memories.  I remember the first time, although I don't think I could bring myself to reply back then.  I'll make up for it now.     It's good to see you posting, hon.  This is awesome, as always.  I especially loved the last stanza, I think it tied it off nicely.
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4 posted 2012-02-17 04:28 PM


You had me at the first line... for I love Orion... it's worth the winter's chill just to see him bright in the sky. *S*

This is magnificent, dear friend... The rhyme is exquisite, the flow is flawless... every line of every verse is pure perfection... to hear it read is to hear poetry at its best. Did I mention I love this poem? LOL

Michael
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5 posted 2012-02-18 11:56 AM


Katahdin, thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed.

JP, thank you, Sir.

Nicole, I'm glad I could draw a responce out of you this time.     this was always one of my personal favorites.

Ruth, indeed, Orion is awesome to behold... a majestic presence dominating the sky.  I was captivated by him for months, driving east to Barstow, daily, about 2 hours from where I lived, and leaving around 4 in the morning each time.  There was a passion I drew from that constellation that literally drove me.  I do so hope to meet him in person one day.  


Michael

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6 posted 2012-02-23 04:47 PM


Michael...I've been tied up lately, so I haven't been doing much reading but this one was well worth the wait. Reminds me of an old rock song " Kasmire " by Led Zepplin
Really enjoyed this write. As most of your poems, I can relate to this one. Really enjoyed...Paul

~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~
Paul

jwesley
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7 posted 2012-02-23 08:29 PM


Ha! Only Orion I know anything about was the one in Men In Black. I liked that one though, as I like this piece by you ...

cool, my friend.

j.

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