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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Packrat I fold the flaps, tape the box sealed… ‘Might need this stuff someday. When I can rest, on all my life’s revealed – When I can put it on display. For now, I set it on the stack Of memories packed up before. With one last sigh, turn myself back To that life, so hard to ignore. A control freak with no control – This world, far too demanding! It bleeds the passion from my soul Through endless reprimanding. Pushes me toward what I can’t obtain, With zero appreciation Of what I actually have, or the pain Of its slow annexation. Still, I dream of those simple things Unpolished men might never afford. A house… a guitar with tunable strings… A life not packed and stored. So again, I mount that hamster wheel, And run… and run… and run! Never taking out time to feel, Or for silly things like fun. Yet, of those once envisioned dreams, Very little has formed; Through endless years, and countless screams While life, about me, stormed… As I folded flaps, and sealed with tape… And carefully put each box away. Reality’s cold slap now taking shape, There will be no someday. Michael Anderson 8/02/2012 Did I waste it? Not so much I couldn't taste it. Bono |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Don't be all that cocky and confident, Michael, about there not being a someday. Sounds like you are moving, either that or you are stashing a part of your life you don't think you need anymore. There was once a man who thought pretty much the same as the writer of this poem. This man never believed he would find happiness. He was wrong. It took him a very long time to discover some things that made him very happy, and he is maintaining that joyous feeling as we speak. Good luck to you, man. ~*~ If they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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Startime1955 Senior Member
since 2012-04-22
Posts 1072Alberta, Canada |
Sadness runs through this poem...I hope that your life isn't all bad...there is so much beauty in life...you write with so much feeling...*BIG HUGS* *may our dreams ever be magical* |
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Startime1955 Senior Member
since 2012-04-22
Posts 1072Alberta, Canada |
Jerry...you put into words what I could not..well said, my friend...*BIG HUGS* *may our dreams ever be magical* |
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Startime1955 Senior Member
since 2012-04-22
Posts 1072Alberta, Canada |
We need to send this beauty to the top...such talent as this needs to feed out souls...*BIG HUGS* *may our dreams ever be magical* |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
I don't know...when we clean out the closet we have made room for the excesses of a new beginning...Eminem, no not really, James |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
MikeA - We all have those memories we've packed away and won't let go. They hold us and bind us and don't let us forget, after which we've even been known to put a bow on them so we'll know where they are in case of emergency. You hit home with this one MA and I liked it a lot. Namyh |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
"A control freak with no control" Great line (and poem) Just what I have come to expect from you, Michael. Ida |
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Nigelinoz Member
since 2012-07-24
Posts 71Victoria,Australia |
Memories can't be packed away ,they live in the deepest recesses of our mind,sleeping, till called upon. And we know not when they will be needed,like the scent of a rose given to a stranger..recalled years later,,ah memories,made of life,love and laughter. This is a wonderful poem,simply wonderful. Very well done Michael. Cheers N'oz You may as well give cherries to a pig as give advice to a fool- |
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