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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Stowaway I shut the windows, paint them black; it helps me try to hide, But it seems I can't ever hold back that something, deep inside. The pain rains down in rivulets, the agony pristine, As looking in the mirror whets need lost somewhere between... A man I am, a man I was, and one I long to be, But all the whys find no because to ease this misery. The sun may rise, the world may spin; but me, I just stand still... Caught in a game I just can't win, and know I never will. Candle burning but wick long dead, that shadow claims my soul; Then runs the gambit of my head, spinning out of control. The cataclysm of hope, profound, I pitch it to the pyre... Where silence is the only sound empty as my desire. As ashes left await the breeze that carries them to sea, I find myself again on knees, knowing naught forgives me. Darkness bled momentarily, I know it will return; For all I've ever held as lovely, I have had to watch burn. And every time I find my way back, I'm a little less me. It's not the intuition I lack, just emotion, really. So I follow the regimen of how a man should act, Were he not so damaged socially, and not quite meeting the pact. It's all part of a greater plan, I mean it has to be! To think I'd die a bitter man with such love inside me. The buttons pushed, the pathways crossed, beliefs proven untrue; I step unto my dark end lost, not sure who's leading who. Michael Anderson 10/11/2012 Death's but a path that must be trod, If man would ever pass to God. Thomas Parnell [This message has been edited by Michael (10-12-2012 10:51 PM).] |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
quote: As always, I hate the defeatism in verses such as this, and actually your whole poem. I go there myself from time to time, but I always come out of it. Thanks you your explanation to me once I understand now much more than I used to. still . . . it hurts to read your words, buddy. I love your poems, it is just that . . . Well, you know. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"It's all part of a greater plan, I mean it has to be!" It is. The angst voiced in this is very thick. Well thought out - and laid out for the reader to explore and contemplate. Amazing. 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. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
JP, hopefully I will be able to write something a bit lighter soon. I grow a bit tired of the dark myself, believe it or not. It's been drawn about me so thick of late thoguh, I couldn't help but feel the to to personify it... if feebly done. Thanks for reading, and understanding. JL, glad you enjoyed the dark pondering... and jsut for the record, "I know it is, too." Michael |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
And every time I find my way back, I'm a little less me. When someone's catalog of work is as wonderful as yours is, it's hard to pick a favorite... hard enough to choose the top 100... but this just joined the list. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You personify the dark side very well, Michael, so here's a little sunshine, hoping you find your pen writing something very, very special ... maybe for Christmas?  |
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