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Nothing Human
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Nothing Human |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Nothing Human I've seen myself an island as I've walked this world alone. I've seen myself as a seashell, as a gargoyle carved from stone, A meteor cast down from heaven, a mannequin, a ghost... I've seen myself as many things, 'cept that which matters most. I've seen myself a concept; an idea, if nothing more. A flawed construct, a damaged mold that's hollow to the core. But of the many things in life I associate with, Not one of them has proven me to be more than a myth. In fact, none of them are alive, so just what does that say? As, one by one, you look to me; then all scurry away. And for all things I relate to, I must admit it's true... Naught in this world could ever make the likes of me like you. Similar in appearance, that's just where the "likeness" ends. I face the wind from blackened skies for my sole dividends. Eroding throughout eternity, avid collector of dust... I hold the pass; I never sleep, though Time tells me I must! But if I'm nothing human, why do I feel so alone? Why does this need cut into me, like I were flesh and bone? If it's written in starlight; if life is but grains of sand, Why should I miss the misery that's slipping through my hands? I close my eyes in darkness, for it's there I garner strength, (Drawn from things I see myself as), to overcome at length The incessant torture of days, 'neath this obscuring mist... Till Nothing Human turns, then fades away, ever unmissed. Michael Anderson 5/11/13 [This message has been edited by Michael (05-19-2013 09:42 AM).] |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Reading this, and other related poems of yours, Michael, I read of my history. Each line. Each idea, concept, and longing was me personified. I went through decades of this same thought process and I thought I would never be happy. Maybe my reasoning for my despair came about a little differently than has yours, but believe me, it was just as dramatic. Just recently, October 2011, like a snake I shed my old skin and faced the world with a very different perspective. Today, I can tell you I am happy. I am at peace. I want so much for you to experience what I have found for myself. In the meantime, keep writing. You will work it out. ~*~ I stayed up all night to see where the sun went. Then it dawned on me. ~*~ |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Left me gasping ... dear Michael. So desperately powerful. Outstanding work. To feel alone is the saddest illusion we humans experience, for with invisible silver strings we are all connected to the Source, separation is not contemplated in the process of creation. ... and we mirror our essence in each other ... and that's what comes through also in your words. Margherita |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Excellent writing Michael. It never ceases to amaze me how we can be among so many people in our day to day lives, and yet feel so alone some days. I enjoyed the mystery of your thoughts in this, as always.  Best wishes, /Kit |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Your great talant is ao apparent in this powerful piece, Michael. Ida |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Impressive and dramatic writing as usual, Michael. You have expressed so well that which a lot of us feel at some time or other. Fortunately it does pass (as all things do) and I hope the feelings expressed here pass quickly for you. They do bring forth great poetry though so ... ?? |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
You always awaken and speak to an ache I know well. Your work is impeccably painful. I can't bear to read you often so powerful is your pen and too close to the surface my emotions. lori |
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Lighthousebob Member Elite
since 2000-06-14
Posts 4725California |
quote: How greatly beneficial it is to have a Father in the home and, here, your poem breaks my heart because you obviously want to be there, but, for some reason, you're not allowed or not able or being turned away. You're not an inanimate object, You're Not! (if this poem is indeed about you) ...but You Are a Loving Daddy with a Great Big overflowing Heart! I can read that in your words. I can! Enjoyed! |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Fine writing...James |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
But if I'm nothing human, why do I feel so alone? Why does this need cut into me, like I were flesh and bone? If it's written in starlight; if life is but grains of sand, Why should I miss the misery that's slipping through my hands? I felt the edges of my heart crumbling when I read the title... the agony is exceeded only by the excellence... and the bafflement. Simply superb. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Jer, I felt that peace you spoke of in the poem you posted today. I do hope to, at least once before I die, experience that first hand. Thank you, my friend. Margherita, I love the way you always relate to, and reflect upon the "true source." I wish that were mirrored in me a bit more. Thank you for your kind words. Kit, it amazes me as well. I fear to wake up one day, where humans no longer interact with each other, except through holographic head pieces, through an internet that supplies all needs through a 3D virtual renderings of life, as only we plastic lovers could appreciate. Please excuse my sarcasm. That's just what I see in the future when I watch thousands of people daily walking around thumbing their i-phones, completely ignoring the people they are standing right next to , as if they didn't even exist. To me, that is the epitome of "alone."Ida, thank you so much. Honeybunch, I do hope it passes quickly as well, though it has encompassed me for nearly the whole of my life, so far. Good poetry maybe, but there's only so much of it a person can stand, even from the vantage point of the writer. Lori, I am speechless. I don't think a compliment has ever struck me like this. I always thought you had a personal dislike of me, but to read what you just wrote leaves me feeling silly and childish. I thank you for your words, and indeed am sorrowfully touched that they might reach you on such a personal level. Bob, you read deeper than most, and are dead on in your assessments. I thank you for your kind words, and encouragement. The "Father" will always be in my home. Thank you, James. Ruth, I'm so happy to see you here. Would that the agony was "far exceeded." Too often, I feel I cannot do it justice. I know you are going through some seriously rough times, as well. ((Hugs)) my dear friend. Michael |
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