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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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FOREVER < !signature-->Seems my whole life I've been searching, For something I saw once in a dream. Walking along a long and twisted Tale of inconsistent theme. Seems my whole life I've been lonely, Though people surround me flourishing love. As if my heart could answer solely To something set further above. For Love is something I saw once, Looking through a younger man's eye. But Love it seems boasts restless wings, I found her only flying by. Yet stealing something from of me, For which I'll ever pay the cost. Love cut me and left me bleeding, And Love left my soul lost. Lost in the mists of eerie dreams, Come but to torment the mind. Dreams of Sweet Love escaping with That part of me I never could find. Now, after years searching about me, I wonder, should I just look inside? Within those giant walls of stone, Where that wounded heart must hide. That heart, itself, which once was stone, Till a curse upon my name Turned it to clay to lay alone In hollowed-out pits of shame. Perhaps an answer lies there, Or clues to help me end this quest. Something to make me whole again, Lay this anxiety to rest. So softly I approach the tomb, Cutting the barbed-wire strands of pride. Slowly rolling the stone away, To take a look inside. Everything is dark and gloomy, Like a turned-off T.V. set. The air is damp and deathly cold, I'm not sure what I've found, not yet. Memory hangs upon the walls Where blood still stains the floor. For open wounds have never healed, On a heart begging for more... Curled up in the corner, Cobwebs lingering overhead. Playing chess with the emotions, That with it were left for dead. As shadows slowly move about, There, paying me no heed. The faceless images of yesterday Paying Destiny's deed. As standing face to face with them, I Wonder why they won't awaken. For are they not still a part of me, If eternally forsaken? I scream and yell and kick and cuss, Never so much as turning a head. Till I sight the glance of Sweet Romance, Set cross-legged on a heart-shaped bed. Whispering softly in a stinted voice, Her painted eyes wild, yet trite. An instant, color illuminates the room, Then everything falls black and white. Behind me I hear something slam, As her soft lips whisper, "more!" And I know the stone's resumed its place, Pride guarding, heretofore. As distant shades of laughter Bring all sense to sharp incline. Then fade unto the darkness, In a voice that sounds like mine. Saying, "Welcome to Forever, The lonely catacombs in your chest. Where notions serve time for thoughtless crime, Where emotions are put to rest. Your sentence is a simple one, The rest of your life will do. You're charged with having feelings, You know you weren't supposed to." Now I realize that part of me That many years ago was torn; Is just the prison of indemnity For feelings far away forlorn. Such a tantalizing name, "Forever", Not quite what I was searching for. A pit of confusion around my heart, For abased emotion to explore. A place for notions, such as I In emptiness to be forgot. Before we ever dare to dream Of becoming conscious thought. Still it's funny, though, In all my searching, I guess I never really had a clue. You see somehow I always thought Forever, Was a place meant for me and you. Michael Anderson 'Tis true, Love lasts forever, Only her memory slips away. [This message has been edited by Michael (edited 03-05-2000).] |
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INclan Senior Member
since 1999-07-20
Posts 1024Indiana, USA |
OUTSTANDING Mike! Please tell me this is simply a poet looking at the opposit of himself and not true to life for you. Although it is a longer poem, you held my attention all the way through. For me, the poem is well written and your subject well said. Thanx for sharing. INclan |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Forever is a word of dreamers Nothing stays the same Except the moon and stars And love that's whispering your name But love, my friend, often comes When we would least expect And sorrow is the product Of too much introspect There is a sun that shines each day Upon your weary head And he may be asleep near you In a little child's bed If energy from all the grief Were harvested and bound And used instead to fill his day With pleasant thoughts you found You would find that you would heal Much faster from the blow For just his laughter heals the wounds In ways you wouldn't know And as for love, it cannot ever Come from lover's dreams For what's to be or not to be Is not our will, it seems The love and heartache slowly fade The spirit's depth from pain is made Liz Forgot to say, this poem was captivating, and I like the darkness in the poetry. [This message has been edited by Elizabeth Santos (edited 03-05-2000).] |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Micahel...this is so sad  They can only take from us what we allow them to, remember that my friend and chin up, okay? |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Michael Anderson~ This is absolutely BRILLIANT ! You've a depth of feelings from which to pull the most intense of verse. 'Till I sight the glance of Sweet Romance, Set cross-legged on a heart-shaped bed.' What an image to behold ! I am a romantic that loves the term FOREVER .. When the stone rolls away ... you will find ~forever~. Love you~ ~*Marge*~ *Love Lizzie's poetic response.  ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
I cannot tell you how impressed I am with your talent..this is wonderful..but then all your work is! We all have a clinker now and then, but I've never seen one of your poems that doesn't seem like perfection! How do you do it!? You are like the poet's poet! Your words can descibe the most haunted soul of any of us.... this is your year Michael. I can feel it....  |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
Michael, this is very deep, very sad, and touching very close to a reality of my own. I can certainly relate to the shadows, darkness, struggling, confusion. The last line really hit hard. *clapping hands* brilliantly done!~shadows dance by the light within~ |
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Compgirl Member
since 2000-02-19
Posts 85USA |
Wounds are hard to heal. I know that all too well. Just remember that GOD is guiding you. Your pain creates beautiful poems so maybe that is the good that is comming from your darkness. Remember to take a special time, the same time each day to say your prayers. The devil like to take us offguard. He does that well! You are in my prayers friend. You are loved by those that know your heart. I do hope that you remember that. |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
Simply exquisite! What a sad, touching and beautiful poem. I only hope that you can find some peace and find true love again. Take care, Melissa Honeybee |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Excellent writing, Michael! As always! Love yours too, Elizabeth! Denise |
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Mistikman Senior Member
since 2000-01-10
Posts 682San Jose, CA, USA |
Yet another masterpiece Michael. I wish I knew where you get such wonderful inspiration from. This poem had me captivated from start to finish. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
You really have a fantastic talent to write about your innermost feelings. James |
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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
Both pride and fear, Do play a part, In the slamming of the door. Do not fear, The light you see, It can warm you, Forevermore. The light is patient, Kind and warm, Don't worry about time. Always and forever, Was not built in a day, Watch light creep in your life, And never fade away. (Sorry about this...it isn't great and written quickly...  ) |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
"Yet stealing something from of me, For which I'll ever pay the cost. Love cut me and left me bleeding, And Love left my soul lost. -------- As shadows slowly move about, There, paying me no heed. The faceless images of yesterday Paying Destiny's deed. As standing face to face with them, I Wonder why they won't awaken. For are they not still a part of me, If eternally forsaken? ------- Your sentence is a simple one, The rest of your life will do. You're charged with having feelings, You know you weren't supposed to." Now I realize that part of me That many years ago was torn; Is just the prison of indemnity For feelings far away forlorn." my god,Michael... the emotions expressed in this one takes my words and breath away...literally...jm "we live in the light"... ...every moment of every day... your still with me in every way. every poem and song... every rhyme and verse... your still here...like a beautiful curse. janet marie |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Few words can do proper judgement to the excellence of this poem. Excellent will have to do. |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
With words, you are a master. With feelings expressed, you are a king. You've an incredible gift m'friend for an outpouring. With words in rhyme you portray a sense of whatever you wish, enerringly. Bravo again my poet friend. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
INclan, I wish I could tell you this wan't my "true to life" perspective of forever, but then I'd probably be lying now... Glad you liked the poem, anyway. Liz, your poem was beautiful. If it's true, I must have a pretty deep spirit by now...LOL Seriously, thank you for the heartfelt words. Ruth, They can only take what we allow them to, or what we openly offer  ...Marge, I am a hopeless roamntic myself. It was, indeed, intriguing to delve into the term "forever" as that is what this poem merely was - my perception of "forever". I hope you're right, but that's an awful heavy stone and I'm an awfully tired man. One may never know. PdV, believe me I have my share of clinkers...LOL I hope you're right about this being the year though - I am certainly pushing for it. Compgirl, I remember that. I have some of the best friends in the world out there always offering me support. And I have felt much love out there for me. Most importantly, God will always be in the lead in my life...I will never question where I am too much so long as I know where I am ultimately going. Melissa, As I do, also. Mistikman, I wouldn't exactly call my inspiration wonderful...LOL You are more than welcome to it. So glad you enjoy the work, nonetheless. Marilyn, I will bask in the light so long as it visible to me. Balladeer, I hold a compliment such as that from you to be the highest honor. TY Dang, Chris - After a complimant like that I can only humbly assume - "You must want something!" You know I'm coming up next week - what are you sucking up to me over?...LOL Just kidding. You, being the King of freeverse and gifted in imagery as you are, I am seriously humbled by your words. Thank you one and all for the kind replies. Michael |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Such a tantalizing name, "Forever", Not quite what I was searching for. A pit of confusion around my heart, For abased emotion to explore Beautiful Michael - I can see the effort that has gone into this and I am impressed. It is sometimes difficult to maintain the consistent beauty of phrase within a long piece - but this succeeds. BIG well done from me. K'Writing sharpens life; life enriches writing' Sylvia Plath |
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