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Michael

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Member Rara Avis

since 1999-08-13

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California

0 posted 2020-09-27 02:07 PM

Bipolar

Alone in the darkness, vying for the light.
So bleak and stark the soul that wakes at midnight.
The mark, once encumbered by shadow, now freed…
Days no longer numbered, still succumbs to need.
Ashes of forever to the wind released,
Hope still can’t dissever my eyes from the beast.
As vultures lie willing, just patiently wait.
It’s not time they’re killing, they’re just trusting fate.

The soft midnight creeper, a soul long since damned.
A gift to the keeper, it slips from my hand.
I walk by the headstones, a swirl in the mists.
Night itself mildly groans at the still clenched fists.
A caw from above, I look up to the wire—
To the stars beyond—to the dreams they inspire.
A pastime I love, singing of the time lost,
‘Willfully abscond knowing full well the cost.

The devil’s face I face won’t be pleased by this.
In silence, ‘plead my case unto the abyss.
The shackles to be donned already bloodstained.
Ambitions thereby spawned, ever be profaned.
Tincture of emptiness, a glaze on the eyes.
A half-hearted kiss always comes a surprise.
The fate you longed to touch drawing its last breath,
Ambivalent as such, ‘pray for light—await death.

You gasp at the Night’s song, you grasp at the source.
Echoes run you headstrong on through the remorse…
Past never speaks lightly of desires played,
Or truths yielded rightly unto the dismayed.
Flowers wilt in sunshine, soul’s silt… a fine dust
As all you once named “mine” eats away all trust.
For all you must let go yet still long to hold—
Vow to never let show, or won’t let unfold.

All you close your eyes to, yet somehow still see.
Those who would stand by you, if you’d let it be.
Your pain offering due, you garner the strength—
To hold all who’d be true from you at arm’s length.
Just write yourself detached, refuse to meet eye.
The door forever latched, the time slips on by.
A lifetime to flounder, hiding by daylight,
Not a sound to offer, vying for the night.

Michael Anderson

Paul Wilson

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since 2002-07-07

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1 posted 2020-09-27 07:20 PM

Michael...This contains so much dark passion that I must ask if you are okay. I haven't heard from you via e mail in a couple of weeks, so thought I would give you a break from my ramblings. So much of this masterpiece means so much more than most will ever know. Take care my friend...Paul

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

augustsky
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Posts 828
midwest US

2 posted 2020-09-28 02:55 PM

Never stop reaching for the Light Poet..

Sky~

~Tell me the story about how the sun
loved the moon so much..he died every
night to let her breathe~

Marchmadness
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since 2007-09-16

Posts 9271
So. El Monte, California

3 posted 2020-10-10 11:34 PM

Hope and peace, Michael.

Temptress

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since 1999-06-15

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Mobile, AL

4 posted 2020-10-14 10:56 PM

"Tincture of emptiness, a glaze on the eyes."

Depending on the day I sometimes feel this more than other times. I was having a few drinks with friends over the weekend and knew it was time to stop when I was just sitting on a stool feeling numb while everyone else was "cutting up" around me. I shook it, but it was scary.

"...soul’s silt… a fine dust"

Sighing here! WHAT A LINE! WHAT AN IMAGE!

The ending describes the battle well.

There is a lot here that I can't even get to, Michael. This was definitely a ride into what seems like a spiral. Loved it!

"I know this love will tear me to pieces
I know his hands will dig up my secrets"

Meg Myers

Michael

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5 posted 2020-10-16 06:41 PM

Hey Paul, I am okay. Went through a brief depression there. Kept to myself during it more for protection of others than anything else. My elbows tend to come out and I get extra-defensive when I’m like that…even when no defense is necessary. I’m glad you could see the meanings to this one, Paul. Two different worlds, (as different as night and day), swinging like a pendulum between them…not truly happy in one, miserable in the other, and always, always vying for the other one no matter which one you are currently housed in. My life in a nutshell.

Take care, my friend.

Michael

Michael

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6 posted 2020-10-16 06:42 PM

“Reaching” being the key word there, Sky~ Though I always have my eye on it…sometimes I think I let my hands fall to my sides. Thank you for the reminder.

Michael

Michael

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7 posted 2020-10-16 06:43 PM

Thank you Ida, hope and peace are strong in this house.

Michael

Michael

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8 posted 2020-10-16 06:44 PM

Jenn,

quote:
I was having a few drinks with friends over the weekend and knew it was time to stop when I was just sitting on a stool feeling numb while everyone else was "cutting up" around me. I shook it, but it was scary.

You just described every holiday ever experienced in my life to me.

As for the silt, I think we leave a little of our soul behind us everywhere we go, easily wiped away with the next Spring cleaning.

Thank you for you understanding.

Michael

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