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Michael
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0 posted 2014-01-05 10:58 PM



The Road of Man


The course given: Cryptology, the study of my life.
The emptiness turned jealousy, the need for love to strife.
A long look at a growing list of misguided mistakes,
(Brought to the light by Fate's cruel twist), even a good man makes.

If fast forgotten with sweet smile, mine seem more sinister.
Trudging along this arduous mile, with eyes only on her.
The halls are decked with the holly of holiday, my friend;
Yet I dance the melancholy of a night without end.

Tradition found, dreams of sadness carved deep into the mind.
Whiling away days of madness, to thine own self still blind!
Armageddon for a pittance, I'll drink to that, it's true.
The tarnished price of resistance, a room without a view.

But still I hear the gothic sound of endless misery,
Visions foregone o'er love profound, calling me to the sea.
The raindrops, as they strike the ground, bringing my eyes to close.
I stand to face forever, bound within her blissful throes.

A merry song, a divine wrong; a darkness all consuming.
I know I will never belong to the course I'm resuming.
And so, content, I watch a cold chill slither down the spine;
Replacing the dreams I have sold with a bottle of wine.

Beyond the grim refractory of everything I thought
That love could be, if offered 'me, all now consumed with rot.
A cumulative shadow expells all truth, all hope, all sense.
My pathway through the seven hells merely the consequence.

Cold comfort in isolation, what's left to bind the will?
Where in disambiguation, a dead heart must fulfill
The harvesting of grim sorrow where stars have seldom shone.
Waking to face a tomorrow already etched in stone.

Walking with seven-layered grief, beneath a vanquished sun.
Staking my claim on disbelief, bequeathing soul to none.
I stop to voice a wayward hymn, last vestige of this man.
All ahead, as behind me, dim; I but sing while I can.


Michael Anderson

12/25/2013

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1 posted 2014-01-07 02:39 AM


Whenever I read your poetry I can't help but think of Edgar Allan Poe, Michael. You do dark so well.
                               Ida

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2 posted 2014-01-18 05:51 PM


fine writing...James
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3 posted 2014-01-19 02:00 AM


Keep singing, Michael, one note at a time, and you will one day realize the beautiful song you have created with your life, no matter anything, without exception, whatsoever, at all.

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4 posted 2014-01-26 12:40 PM


Oh, but you can walk those 7 halls of hell with wonder!

I LOVED this one!


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5 posted 2014-01-31 12:08 PM


What flow you have!

I love this, from beginning to end, and would pick out lines to say which I liked most, but it flows so well together that I'd copy and paste the entirety of it.

Thank you for sharing it.

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6 posted 2014-02-02 09:08 AM


You describe saddness and regret with such exacting detail as if to capture it within the confines of an ornately carved gold gilt frame. Each one a painful portrait in your picture album of then and now.

Lori  

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7 posted 2014-02-05 10:16 AM


"...I but sing while I can.

Of course, of course.

Excellent.

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