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Michael
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0 posted 2014-03-08 06:34 PM



The Blind Master


The pallette blank, venue well known—
Pictures only his mind can see...
He tabs the brush to ash— to stone,
Lays the setting: cold misery.
He cannot see that times have changed,
The need for pain distanced long since;
So follows his path, prearranged,
(Emotional Hell's providence).

So many different shades of black,
And varying degrees of gray.
He peels the scabs as they grow back,
That healing never has its day.
The sun risen, gentleness creeps
Upon soul as due process slips.
The world awake, as his mind sleeps
In pools of light where darkness drips.

A man of words, he knows his art.
He twists them well beyond recourse,
That should he long for a new start,
Well he could never find the source...
Or reach through a tormented soul
To touch lips that might hold a smile,
If he could only pay their toll
And bring himself to reconsile.

So, drop by drop, the black descends,
Bleeds through the pool, the love, the light.
That in the end, emptiness rends
The work of art a searing blight.
Where eyes open, if briefly so,
And for a split second can see
What those outside already know,
He's cause to his own misery.

The portrait done, a masterpiece
Many can't stand to look upon;
The silence brings forth no release
Of breath, or hope, or spirits drawn.
He reads the words in slight whisper,
The tears still come, he can still feel—
Wipes it all away to a blur,
That tomorrow none of it's real.


Michael Anderson

3/08/14

...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

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JerryPat2
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1 posted 2014-03-08 06:43 PM


I liked this touching poem Michael. A dialogue to yourself, as most of your poetry is. But this one is a shade different, in that you are seeing a light beyond the darkness. You see it, but it is tantalizingly just out of reach it seems. You feel more comfortable with the dark, but there is another world out there that will welcome you back when you are ready to return to it.

~*~ There was a sign on the lawn at a drug re-hab center that said 'Keep off the Grass'. ~*~

Jack Napes
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Phaedra's Womb
2 posted 2014-03-08 07:59 PM


When creating with brushes and pencils, recording a track of thoughts beyond the instinct of the art itself, must sound a bit like this Michael.

You could charge for this ride.

Touch, but don't look

Michael
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3 posted 2014-03-08 08:05 PM


Thanks Jer, yeah this is my tribute to the man I was... The rest of the world might have seen me that way all along, but this is my first time on the other side of the equation.     it may not be a welcoming back but the world has indeed welcomed me, and for the first time I'm learning how to appreciate it.

The pen still wants to bleed darkness, though I have some wonderful things I'm dying to share with you all that are just the opposite.  Writing lighter things stills feels akward or a little forced I suppose, but then I have no real basis for comparisson.  When I get the words right, you'll be seeing more of me.

Michael

Michael
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4 posted 2014-03-08 08:10 PM


Oh, and thank you Jack... you snuck in there on me.  "Phaedra's womb"... I like that.  One of my teenaged gf's was named Phaedra.  

Michael

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5 posted 2014-03-08 11:59 PM


I am anxious to read about that "other world" Michael.
                           Ida

Lori Grosser Rhoden
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6 posted 2014-03-09 09:01 AM


Really Michael!  You have got us on pins and needles!  
Just glad there is light on your side of the moon.  We want your heart happy too.

Lori

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