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Lifer
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Lifer |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Lifer The iron bars no longer there, I sit here in my cell. Upon the bed, all hope laid bare In my story to tell. I had it all, I loved; I lost My way, with staunch devotion— Every photo a story tossed To the hell of emotion. Where if I bite my skin to bleed, It don’t mean I will feel. But sometimes I still feel that need To make it all seem real. Still sucking blood don’t warm the heart, But merely taints the skin I peel, like some hell-ripened art That never sheds my sin! See, prison’s not a place you’re sent, But one you hail from. And nothing can slow your descent, Once you’re set to that drum. The pipers pipe, the dreamers dream, But you’re lost to the drone… Caught up in the rictus of scream, It’s there you die, alone! But still Time holds you to a thread, Its nightmare never-ending. Although you but wish you were dead, It’s just your will they’re bending. Till sanity holds no recourse, And sunshine vies for shadow. Till sorrow’s lost to its own source, And every dream lies fallow. The iron bars in mind still there, I sit in my own prison. The heart stripped bare, it’s too damned fair— Death by my own derision. A church bell clang, a song she sang, It flutters over my soul; With nothing left to ease the pang, The truth of it swallows me whole! Michael Anderson |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
As per usual, Michael, you bleed out the words. Yours is a non-stop self-depreciating art form. To be so consistent in your constant and personal put down bodes ill for you ever giving love another shot at making you happy. I hope, sincerely hope, I am wrong. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Powerful emotions deeply expressed, Michael. One can't help but feel your pain. Ida |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Damn. |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
I reckon Alison's response of "damn" says it all. "I peel, like some hell-ripened art That never sheds my sin!" I guess ritual plays a part but until we actually believe it's doing what we want it to do it's of no use. You delve and you write. Wonderful! Helen |
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