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Member Rara Avis

since 1999-08-13

Posts 7666
California

0 posted 2001-04-02 10:18 AM

A STEP INTO DARKNESS

Walking this world day by day;
In search of light, losing my way.
Alone, I call -- alone, I cry --
Alone, I wait -- alone I'll die.
The writing's there in verses, fair;
For all known, I've known none who'd care.

A child once stood where this man stands;
With gleaming eyes, with unscathed hands.
A man now stands where a child cried;
As, one by one, the dreams all died.
With red-rimmed eyes, no more the wise;
Scarred hands clinched tight to one word lies.

The voice of night, it calls my name;
Without mercy, but without shame.
I walk the world by eventide;
For pain's release, sacrifice pride.
Yet still I hear that voice so dear
Drawing me ever, ever near.

So, now, willfully I follow;
-- Emotionless, numb and hollow --
Seeking the caster of this song,
It's spell, it's master. ‘Er in long
To share in verse, if but by curse,
The passion I die to disperse.

Wandering, deviant, the course;
A man offering no remorse.
Obscurely taking, (stagnant hue),
A field in view I thought I knew.
Mind, rendered useless, idle; cares
Nothing for what the morrow shares...

...Nothing for a hope, depleted.
...Nothing for a dream, defeated.
The tastes of sunshine seldom shone
On memories of life, alone;
Or faceless clouds on riddled skies
Still whispering in one word lies.

Michael Anderson

But dreams of those who dream as I,
Aspiringly, are damned and die.

EAP

[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 04-02-2001).]

serenity blaze
Member Empyrean

since 2000-02-02

Posts 27738

1 posted 2001-04-02 10:26 AM

Where have I been? (don't ANYBODY ANSWER THAT!!!) one word lies....love it, Michael!
This is an awesome piece of retrospective thinking here...like standing in a space in shoes that look too big. It's an Anderson Feast Day! Thank you!

suthern

Member Seraphic

since 1999-07-29

Posts 20723
Louisiana

2 posted 2001-04-02 10:42 AM

...Nothing for a hope, depleted.
...Nothing for a dream, defeated.

Were sadder words ever written? Was aloneness ever more accurately described? This is fantastic, Michael!

Mabel A. Dilley
Senior Member

since 2001-03-17

Posts 859
Seattle, WA, USA

3 posted 2001-04-02 11:22 AM

"Or faceless clouds on riddled skies
Still whispering in one word lies"

WOW! Step back! This is a poem to read out loud and to read again.

"I am not now that which I have been."

Janet Marie
Member Laureate

since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

4 posted 2001-04-02 11:49 AM

The writing's there in verses, fair;
For all known, I've known none who'd care.

A child once stood where this man stands;
With gleaming eyes, with unscathed hands.
A man now stands where a child cried;
As, one by one, the dreams all died.
With red-rimmed eyes, no more the wise;
Scarred hands clinched tight to one word lies.

The voice of night, it calls my name;
Without mercy, but without shame.
I walk the world by eventide;
For pain's release, sacrifice pride.
Yet still I hear that voice so dear
Drawing me ever, ever near.

So, now, willfully I follow;
-- Emotionless, numb and hollow --
===============================
To share in verse, if but by curse,
The passion I die to disperse.
==========================
...Nothing for a hope, depleted.
...Nothing for a dream, defeated.
The tastes of sunshine seldom shone
On memories of life, alone;
Or faceless clouds on riddled skies
Still whispering in one word lies.
============================

me thinks me could read you in the dark till me went blind *S* ...

Your gift to purge and express your emotions with such intense depth,--
to the point the reader holds their breath...
is equaled by your amazing gift of cadence and rhyme divine.
You write it so the reader feels every word...
you evoke such emotion...I swear one could bleed tears.
Few reach this level of expression.
Thats what has always been so impressive about your work.

"A child once stood where this man stands;
With gleaming eyes, with unscathed hands.
A man now stands where a child cried;
As, one by one, the dreams all died.
With red-rimmed eyes, no more the wise;
Scarred hands clinched tight to one word lies."

that verse proves my point for me.
outstanding as always M,
and I so enjoy seeing the new poets discover you and see their reactions.

It's such a clever innocence with which you show myself to me
As if you know how it feels to never be who you wanted to be
~jackson browne~

Local Rebel
Member Ascendant

since 1999-12-21

Posts 5767
Southern Abstentia

5 posted 2001-04-02 02:34 PM

the deeper sorrow carves into our souls the more joy we may contain

excellent work micheal -- been a while since i've read you

Lone Wolf
Member Ascendant

since 2000-03-16

Posts 5842
Lansing, MI USA

6 posted 2001-04-02 06:00 PM

Dark and deep, Michael. Always nice to see something of yours here.

All writing comes
by the grace of God.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

ForwardSearching
Junior Member

since 2001-03-23

Posts 35

7 posted 2001-04-02 06:14 PM

"Walking this world day by day;
In search of light, losing my way.
Alone, I call -- alone, I cry --
Alone, I wait -- alone I'll die"

Very well written Michael, deep thought to sorrows of life.

Corinne
Member Ascendant

since 1999-10-28

Posts 5167
state of confusion

8 posted 2001-04-02 08:05 PM

Michael,

I saw your response to my "Smile" post - and was glad that it helped. I found myself slipping backwards this weekend, feeling restless, shiftless, just wanting to be alone, when the sun was shining, the kids wanted to play, and my S.O. was waiting for me to join in. Why? I don't know, but I know I hated feeling this way. I know what depression can lead to and ain't no way I'm going back down that road again.

I find solace in the beauty that lies outside - I have been through your neck of the woods once and was amazed at the natural beauty of the area.

And, I think about the reasons why we are here. If love eludes us (the man/woman kind), then for a while anyway, we need to remember that we are worthy human beings with reasons for being here: our children, the others that care for us, and the once chance (as far as we know) for life.

If life isn't the way we want it, it is up to us to change it. The ones we love can't be happy unless we are, we bring them down when we are down, and we also set an example for them to follow.

Coming out of that "dead zone" is very difficult to do, sometimes it almost takes a life altering or near-death experience to wake us up. But once it happens, things become much clearer and the path is there waiting for us. The scary thing is that the path is a bridge without a bridge. There is a way to the other side, but we have to just leap and hope for the best.

If you ever feel like talking, I'm just an email away.

Corinne

jellybeans
Member Elite

since 2000-10-13

Posts 2298

9 posted 2001-04-03 10:01 AM

it is hard that sadness and sorrow provokes such wonderful works...it is good that you have the gift of writing ...very thought provoking writing michael

Irish Rose
Member Patricius

since 2000-04-06

Posts 10263

10 posted 2001-04-03 10:11 AM

I've written from the depths of joy and the well of sorrow....how well I know both...classic poetry here from your pen to our ears. Thank you.

Rosebud1229
Senior Member

since 2000-04-05

Posts 1813
North Carolina

11 posted 2001-04-03 10:47 AM

I must echoe the sentiments of everyone else simply amazing in format, it reaches out from way way down.

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