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Death
Member

since 2001-05-26

Posts 112
Twilight

0 posted 2001-05-28 10:19 PM

I do not like this day
perhaps thought feverish inspired
there seems something in the air wrong
this day not off balance exactly nor
some precarious dipping of the tides

I seek description invite to say
over and again round me Wrong
sustains itself from fevered mind

So the roll call begins things of value
what is of importance what matters at all
to find the list torn stunningly short

words and music my children only they
abundant enough but a piteous legacy
and yea too many unspoken tales
that bear the name strange family diversity
the brain in heart midst years have sired

like me in shadows walk rarely seeking
light often disdaining recognition
who birthed in Classic style
full grown and complete to readily
apparent they bear the mark the shadow dreams

and what more what more indeed
is there no flesh and blood which speaks to thee
I ponder through the haze of ether misted home
unexisting the only voice I hear I speak
echoes the years twisting back on me

Decisions are dominoes rings unceasing
through my head as ears grasp at bits of melodies
to fill in wads of cotton defense

what is it I hear this day
that floats my failures to face and choke
upon too tired to cringe at my undoing

I stand in the rain streaming
to hide my tears and cool my brain
praying for thunder to replace the savage refrain
"you have none to blame but yourself"

Thus I Became my Name

I have a friend who once said-"Sooner or later, Death makes a believer out of just about everyone."

Lone Wolf
Member Ascendant

since 2000-03-16

Posts 5842
Lansing, MI USA

1 posted 2001-05-29 06:28 AM

Such sadness here, Death. Very strong and powerful words that hold many truths. Those decisions can haunt you forever sometimes.

Welcome to Passions.

LW

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

Decaflame
Senior Member

since 2001-05-11

Posts 1635

2 posted 2001-05-29 08:54 AM

quote:
and what more what more indeed
is there no flesh and blood which speaks to thee
I ponder through the haze of ether misted home
unexisting the only voice I hear I speak
echoes the years twisting back on me

to write, thus, to pen vision's intent
in line and deed and voiceless rent
to give dream and in dream, unpent
that desire of desires in all intent

might I only say, it would have been a gift to know the why of this, I only thank you that you allowed a stretch to my horizon to respond thus....

brian madden
Member Elite

since 2000-05-06

Posts 4374
ireland

3 posted 2001-05-29 03:21 PM

words and music my children only they
abundant enough but a piteous legacy
and yea too many unspoken tales
that bear the name strange family diversity
the brain in heart midst years have sired

Death speaks with its usual wisdom and insight

"you are what you own in this land, you can be king and it all depends on the view and what you can see" Whipping boy

ethome
Member Patricius

since 2000-05-14

Posts 11858
New Brunswick Canada

4 posted 2001-05-29 03:29 PM

Wow ! Extreme internal turmoil....what a great write of illustrations....dark and deep but oh so beautiful!

JamesMichael
Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

5 posted 2001-05-29 05:39 PM

Enjoyed...keep cooling your brain...James

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