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Among Nights Of Fire And Phrase

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SpitFire
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0 posted 12-27-2000 12:31 AM       View Profile for SpitFire   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for SpitFire

Among Nights Of Fire And Phrase

I never caught, I couldn't catch,
I didn't save your tears.

I was bare then and running,
shouting lyrics all mulberry waxed and heated,
in strides of reason, in streets untamed.

It was quiet through the wind
and I think my smile, half breathing,
answered for losing just the one of you,
the birthstone of a candied year,
what an accomplishment!

And when shade rests on the face of youth
it's a painful truth that you're undone.

I saved the green all dried and earth sticks
fragile with age, with history.
I saved the finger lockings on cotton treasure,
I saved a thought roll or two.

And I could see through to the ocean floor
when you spoke like that,
I could sense the danger in your unknown,
in the inability to understand my gig card mentality.

Was I available for questioning
when you doubted for that one second that I would see the sky?

I try like hell to spring, to live, to laugh with you.
I'd play guitar in the snow
and wash the sores with song,
I knew what went on.

I grew up and down a dozen times since then,
I felt a thousand souls beneath my feet
and saved a tear or two for one of you
but lost it on the way.

Are you proud of who I am,
are you lost in who you are?

Tracing little footsteps, dirty.
Old chemical smiles and empty love,
to lost, in quiet,...in life,
among nights of fire, and phrase.

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Kethry
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1 posted 12-27-2000 06:06 AM       View Profile for Kethry   Email Kethry   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Kethry

Fire, I love this, it is so smooth. I particularly like
"I grew up and down a dozen times since then"
write on, be strong
Keth


Religion is for people frightened about going to hell - Spirituality is for people who have been there. Anon.

EagleOne
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Between a laugh and a tear...


2 posted 12-27-2000 06:20 AM       View Profile for EagleOne   Email EagleOne   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for EagleOne

I do like the way you write, loved the the opening two lines! Take care!

"The heart and soul have no illusion of boundries when friendship is the quest"
~ My Angel.

SpitFire
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3 posted 12-27-2000 11:46 AM       View Profile for SpitFire   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for SpitFire

~Kethry, thanks you! For stopping in. And yeah,...I have grown, both up and down a thousand times since then. *sigh* ~ Love.
~Eagle, hey there! Thank you friend for reading!
*Peace.
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4 posted 12-27-2000 01:09 PM       View Profile for Sven   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Sven

great one SpitFire!!

love the images that you used in this one. . .

excellent!!

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That which gives light must endure burning
--Victor Frankl

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The Shores of Alone


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Hey, good to see you again. Another interesting and thought provoking write from you.
Peace
Sandra
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Purgatorial Incarceration


6 posted 12-27-2000 02:29 PM       View Profile for Christopher   Email Christopher   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Christopher

Better up & down than out, eh?  

in the inability to understand my gig card mentality.

This really jabs you - I dig and understand this phrase completely lady friend.

C
brian madden
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7 posted 12-28-2000 03:29 PM       View Profile for brian madden   Email brian madden   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for brian madden

time to retreat to my metaphorical porch and take a closer look at this poem, wow a lot to think about here, reads like a masterclass in life. Wonderfully written poem.

In the morning I am a recluse,lost in memory,ideal situations and convulsions... They built pop mart for Bono so he could gaze out across the bay aand sing about mountains maybe" whipping boy

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LngJhnAg
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8 posted 12-28-2000 03:39 PM       View Profile for LngJhnAg   Email LngJhnAg   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for LngJhnAg

Hey there, ya lil Spitfire - great poem.  I read it twice, even.
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9 posted 12-29-2000 10:15 PM       View Profile for passing shadows   Email passing shadows   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for passing shadows

I, like Brian, have retreated to the porch...to analyze why I'm in a mood now after reading this. I like those that put me in a mood.
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And I could see through to the ocean floor
when you spoke like that,
I could sense the danger in your unknown,
in the inability to understand my gig card mentality.

Was I available for questioning
when you doubted for that one second that I would see the sky?

I try like hell to spring, to live, to laugh with you.
I'd play guitar in the snow
and wash the sores with song,
I knew what went on.

I grew up and down a dozen times since then,
I felt a thousand souls beneath my feet
and saved a tear or two for one of you
but lost it on the way.
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damn ......................
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11 posted 08-21-2005 03:50 PM       View Profile for Mysteria   Email Mysteria   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Mysteria

Brother isn't that the bottom line (s)!


Are you proud of who I am,
are you lost in who you are?


Great piece of writing.
serenity blaze
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12 posted 03-11-2008 01:31 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

So much here to savor...

"And when shade rests on the face of youth
it's a painful truth that you're undone."

...yeah.
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