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Bliss

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Michael
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0 posted 06-08-2000 02:56 PM       View Profile for Michael   Email Michael   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Michael

BLISS


Year and years
I've ridden the wave.
Darkness enveloping me,
senses reeling,
yielding to the formidable
mist
surrounding me,
oblivious the poisons
seeping through this skin,
permeable and permissive,
if dead...

Flesh itself, crawling,
writhing,
aching for relief
of dried hope
pent in marrowless bones
mindless
the simple desire
to once more be
dust!

Michael Anderson
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1 posted 06-08-2000 03:17 PM       View Profile for Corinne   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Corinne

Definitely describes dank darkness.

Corinne
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2 posted 06-08-2000 03:45 PM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

Hmmmm
you and me seem to have quite a different interpretation of the definition of Bliss
dear M,...
this poems aches in places most people dont know they have.
me thinks they are the lucky ones.
me wonders about this poem too ...
but then you already knew that.
take care M,
jm

 I think I could need - this in my life
I think I'm just scared - that I know too much
I can't relate and that's a problem
I'm feeling ...
If you're gone - maybe it's time to go home
There's an awful lot of breathing room
But I can hardly move
If you're gone - baby you need to come home
cuz there's a little bit of something me...
In everything in you.
~MB20~

"What the caterpillar calls the end ...
The world calls a butterfly"
~Lao Tze Tao~
~Butterflies are meant to be free~

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3 posted 06-08-2000 09:24 PM       View Profile for Aimster   Email Aimster   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Aimster

michael~
such darkness and pain this one
speaks. and janet isn't the only one
who is wondering. i hope things are okay
with you my friend. take care hon.
amy  


 "Don't be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is before you can meet again. And meeting again after a moment or a lifetime is certain for those who are friends."

"Fate exists but it can only take you so far,
Because once you're there
It's up to you to make it happen."



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4 posted 06-09-2000 04:48 AM       View Profile for Colin   Email Colin   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Colin

Bliss being the transition to dust and the ending of all pain yes? There are other ways to achieve it... don't lose hope my friend  

Nicely Expressed work all the same Michael.
Eric.
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5 posted 06-09-2000 06:54 AM       View Profile for Jeffrey Carter   Email Jeffrey Carter   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Jeffrey Carter

Sweet poet Micheal,

I have written a dedication to you posted in open #7. Please check it out m'friend.

 All my love,
Jeffrey

I lie awake in a world filled with dreams,
but dreams can be so real when you don't know you're asleep

Nan
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6 posted 06-09-2000 07:06 AM       View Profile for Nan   Email Nan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nan's Home Page   View IP for Nan

Just stopped by to drop a little ray of Sunshine upon you, my dear friend..
Sudhir Iyer
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7 posted 06-09-2000 07:19 AM       View Profile for Sudhir Iyer   Email Sudhir Iyer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Sudhir Iyer

I remember a song from Metallica here... called "One"...hase a verse that goes

Darkness
Imprisoning Me
All That I See
Absolute Horror
I Cannot Live
I Cannot Die
Trapped in Myself
Body My Holding Cell
...

Bliss will bring about the end of darkness by conjoining body with dust...He rose from dust...and joined back again....

So metaphoric and even more symbolic, in the way you write...

Nice poem, powerful feelings. Thanks for sharing,
Regards and take care,
Sudhir.


 My heart is pounding, my stomach's inside out
I'm feeling kind-a-shaky, my mind is full of doubt
All I ever think about, is fearing fear itself,
Wish I could unscrew my head and put it on the shelf
Everything is twisted, everything is oh so tight,
Don't know what I'm looking at, the lights are all too bright
My brain's about to crumble, spill out on the floor
Sweep 'em up. Throw 'em away, don't want 'em anymore
Clouds race across the sky, day turns into night,
Still there are the questions, no answers in sight
Everything is twisted, everything is oh so tight,
Starin' out the window, everything is just too bright
Brain's about to crumble, spill out on the floor,
Wish I could unscrew my head, and kick it out the door...
You know I'm feeling kind-a....Strange
You know I'm feeling kind-a....Strange

~ Strange ~ Joe Satriani (Flying in a Blue Dream)
Irish Rose
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8 posted 06-09-2000 07:45 AM       View Profile for Irish Rose   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Irish Rose

Perhaps Bliss is truly dust, for in that dejected state, we can be reborn into a newness of life, when we feel like we are dying.
I understood this, I believe.

 Kathleen

"How do I love thee? Let
me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace." Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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9 posted 06-09-2000 09:22 AM       View Profile for Skyfyre   Email Skyfyre   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Skyfyre

It occurred to me as I read this that often life can seem a graver curse than any fear of death.  Isn't it odd how persons who claim to have had a "near-death experience," no matter how miserable or wonderful their individual lives may have been, most often have one thing in common?  

They don't want to come back.

Something to think on, no?

Eloquent purging, dear.  

--Me


 YOUR LIFE IS A TEST

It is only a test ...

If this were your Actual Life, you would have been given better instructions!

Michael
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10 posted 06-09-2000 01:25 PM       View Profile for Michael   Email Michael   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Michael

Corinne, an accute perception - I definately would have to agree.

Janet, I imagine there are as many different interpretations of the word "bliss" as their are people interpreting it.  Some say "ignorance is bliss" - and for the most part, I would have to agree with them...LOL  Your reply kind of falls in line with that - "this poems aches in places most people dont know they have"... But where does bliss lie for those that do know?

Amy, all is O.K. with me, really... I think...     hehe.  Seriously, I cannot remember a point in time where I have been so "contented" in life as I am at this moment.  No worries, k?

Eric, Yes, the end of all pain would seem bliss, indeed, for some.  Again, no worries, I have no plans on achieving it in this manner.    

Jeffrey, will do.

Nan, always a welcome warmth, too.

Sudhir, you see what many do not when you read... that is good, methinks.

Irish Rose, that you see "hope" in this poem makes me truly happy.  There is a newness of life that can only be achieved opposite of that which is killing us - so to speak.  We have to acknowledge what is killing us first, however.  Something not many are willing to do.

Kess, I would have to agree with your comment - "life can seem a graver curse than any fear of death" - "seem" being the key word in there.  And though I am probably guilty of living most of my life by that assumption, (even as I do not fear death), I can say to you today, truly, it is merely an assumption.  Life is what we make it, my dear.  Someone very special taught me that just recently.  


Thank you all for the kind replies,


Michael






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