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Michael

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Member Rara Avis

since 1999-08-13

Posts 7666
California

0 posted 2014-01-26 06:19 PM

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I wake to see the clock in crawl,
A shadow set upon the wall.
The numbers, red as demon's eyes,
Working their way toward slow demise.
I but sigh to greet them again,
As I reach out to grab my pen...
Another night I'll forfeit sleep
To the recesses of the deep

'Tis but a curse wrenching my soul,
That ev'ry night brings forth a scroll—
Gives life 'these voices in my head...
Voices of the faraway dead
...That push, that pull— that cut at me
With sweet promise of liberty.
...That wrest me through this wayward plight
Where all seems dark, but dark is light.

A fire within a pulse drawn still.
A second's pause— a foregone will.
I take their torch, it guides the way—
Leads me on through the lifeless day.
A sinister and bleak embrace
Of pestilence about the place;
Drawn forth, as through fanciful whim,
It but shows me I'm one of them.

...And so I write, and so I must;
Pledging allegiance to the dust!
And so I walk through a domain
That casts this earth I dwell in shame.
It reaches deep into the blind
Framework of a besotted mind—
Holds the truth of sought-after pain
I've sung to myself in refrain.

Body rejected, soul in want
Of nothing so much as to haunt
The plastic faces everyday
I've looked to as they've looked away.
The understanding never there,
For to understand, one must care.
Until sun sets, and sings to me
These voices I've given decree.

So if my muses cry at night,
Within these walls painted snow-white;
I know I must pick up the pen
That's driven me since life began.
It's there I reap my bland reward,
Beyond this world of feigned accord.
The grand manner in which I sing,
Haughty tribute to its nothing!

Michael Anderson

1/25/14

...How many hours of night or day
In those suspended pangs I lay,
I could not tell; I scarcely knew
If this were human breath I drew...

Byron

[This message has been edited by Michael (01-27-2014 01:41 AM).]

Marchmadness
Member Rara Avis

since 2007-09-16

Posts 9271
So. El Monte, California

1 posted 2014-01-27 12:54 PM

You are a master of dark poetry, Michael. None better.
Ida

Margherita
Member Seraphic

since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

2 posted 2014-01-27 04:47 AM

quote:
The understanding never there,
For to understand, one must care.

So true.

Impressive work, dear Michael, and you are not alone in experiencing these situations and emotions.

Love and peace.
Margherita

Paul Wilson

Member Elite

since 2002-07-07

Posts 4711
United States

3 posted 2014-01-27 11:24 AM

Michael...Man oh man what a heart touching write. I could feel the pain in each word as I read this masterpiece.
You really do have a gift for writting but I believe you would give it all up if your pain would stop. Thanks for sharing...Paul

~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~
Paul

Kit McCallum

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Member Laureate

since 2000-04-30

Posts 14774
Ontario, Canada

4 posted 2014-01-27 01:12 PM

Beautiful write, Michael. You capture these emotions with such depth.

Best wishes,
/Kit

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