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Antiphons of Benevolence
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Antiphons of Benevolence |
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WhileIWasGone Member
since 2002-07-18
Posts 486
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Antiphons of Benevolence I occasionally days stretch out and it’s as if I am a mere smear a filthy bedspread stain just something someone tossed away disposable breaths pushing out of an unsure and undesirable mouth occasionally days stretch out and it seems life is not life at all sleep is welcomed sight is not thoughts and visions are not but they continue and continue and continue an unbearable weight and death seems like a very good friend occasionally days stretch out and I like to pretend happiness is a part of me for a moment I am a kid again and the pretending feels real and I am able to trick myself but the thoughts always come back they always come back occasionally days stretch out and I realize how fake I am my misfortune painted through the quickening beats of an unsteady heart where I call for death where I seek out the device and hold it in my palm feel the power within I see it glimmering there unsteady and rocking in my shaking hand only seeking the courage to end all the pain occasionally days stretch out lonely haunting rotting things with nobody to talk to no reason to open my mouth no purpose or will to seek the familiar part-time friends who never understand and are unwilling to comprehend so the paintings on walls become my familiars and everything else is but a ghost skies blue outside remain slate inside daring rain to fall on me infecting all I am and wish to be and all I want to see occasionally days stretch out occasionally I want to die occasionally only thing saving me is a tear occasionally days stretch out today is occasionally II occasionally more often then naught it is with my friend and companion I whisper my souls desires and complaints wrapping my fingers in his warmth and seeking understanding from his gentle eyes and silence occasionally more often then naught I share a bit of myself in a safety that I can endure the medium is but a bit of energy passed between me and thee safe here me in my place you in yours occasionally not as often of late I slip into the darkness and long for my escape I pray for the times to take me from this place occasionally in the past I reached for that almost escaped went exploring elsewhere almost occasionally more often then naught I seek a quiet place here simple existence freedom of expression appreciation for the blessings I can comprehend occasionally is more often then naught III occasionally dreams linger in misty midnight moons full of compassion and the angel plumes her feathers in a sky not yet seen for the mime slips unnoticed down the cobbled court and all the old buildings block the view of memories wished renewed occasionally a bird will soar despite the bleakness of night the stranglehold of black temptations wielding and yielding admittance of any more than a few straw-thin ringlets of the angel’s hair for that’s mostly hidden too occasionally the angel sings as most of them often do and lifts the head of a sunken friend toward the occasional glowing moon a glowing moon not visible to those not hearing the croon occasionally the angel dreams soars sings yes she’s the bird up there too how else would she imbue enough of the moon’s pale hue through the misty midnight view for mime to mime a thank you she even sees the light occasionally too IV always a fire burns brightly showing the way guiding the lost and weary to a place of gentle reprieve for the occasional visits of those in need always presence of angelic ones, friends companions, fellow travelers on this journey all are welcome in this quiet place always angelic ones are gifts bringing light and caring with gentleness they encourage us in the darkest hours whispering compassion understanding occasionally speaking to the muses whispering a hearts desire to another a gift is shared by the words expressed always friend to friend the fire burns brightly V never has a lavender rose crossed paths with an ember as endearing such keen sparks of friendship bountiful legions of clear hope in these mosquito-free fields of poetic wonder wandering amidst the waist-high wildflowers poking their brilliant brittle heads above the rich green of spring where gentle blowing-earth smell crosses from one humble nose to the next never seems an eternity to wait for such tenderness in these tall, lanky meadows where if some young one happened to ease her way into the thick smell of rebirth and brilliant hues of nature’s untouched garden appearing as a modern Eve but clad in the indubitable serene fabrics of a blowing dress equaled only by the gentle caress of each flower growing then never may seem like always for the subtleness is by design never seems so far away from mime and those calloused stone streets of before but the reminders linger like his white face mocking and admiring the slender field full of lavender flowers and her eloquent dress neither wishing to speak or pipe a sigh as if the wonders are so brittle they may snap beneath a whisper so flower and mime and young Eve devour time in a lifelike dream full of honeysuckle and jasmine and sunshine gleam never has a lavender rose crossed paths with an ember as endearing as the one that comes from the sun for angels speak in vivid tongues and though the colors often fade like spring to summer to autumn to winter the rose needs no shade for the memory has already won [This message has been edited by bsquirrel (07-19-2002 05:48 PM).] |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
WIWG, This is a delight to read, a treasure ~wranx I have great faith in Humanity...It's just most of the Humans, I'm not too keen on. E.F.Rose |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Wow, hope y' post more. The beginning is a very sensitive matter here around PIP -- frankly, the fewer poems about suicide contemplations and self-harm the better, because that means people are thinking of other ways to deal with their problems. But, the rest of the poem goes on to negate that whole bad-morning feeling, and offers some hope, love, and even a bit of hard-won regret, in place of fear and loathing. Sorry I'm so long-winded.  I really, really enjoyed this poem.To th' library with y'. Mikey She said burn ... together. |
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WhileIWasGone Member
since 2002-07-18
Posts 486 |
Thank you for your gracious replies. DeaDiAmore |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Hi, DD. We've already spoken in e-mail, but I just wanted to let you know an issue came up in the moderator's forum regarding a certain asteriked word. I took it out.  No trouble.Mike She said burn ... together. |
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WhileIWasGone Member
since 2002-07-18
Posts 486 |
I apologize for using such a word...I will be more careful in the future. DeaDiAmore |
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News_From_Nowhere Member
since 2002-06-14
Posts 173CU, NY |
Deep, dark, thorough treatise on your heart. I enjoyed. "So give life to your dreams, for there lies your survival, and cast your heart beyond those faded scenes, and I'll bring you through the storm; yes, |
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GOlDsparklESS Member
since 2001-12-13
Posts 428central nj |
I am in awe. |
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WhileIWasGone Member
since 2002-07-18
Posts 486 |
Well thank you so much GOlDsparklESS for the kind reply. DeaDiAmore |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
occasionally not as often of late I slip into the darkness and long for my escape I pray for the times to take me from this place occasionally in the past I reached for that almost escaped went exploring elsewhere almost There ya go, being ME again.  This read like some of my droning days...and occasionally? I just want to SCREAM. sigghhhh... What a gift you are. |
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WhileIWasGone Member
since 2002-07-18
Posts 486 |
serenity blaze thanks for reading and the kind reply...you are the sweetest. DeaDiAmore |
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