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Cpat Hair

Member Patricius

since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

0 posted 2001-06-13 03:19 PM

There is...
within the confine of our hearts,
a palace filled with those loathing
and despicable thoughts
that have been carried there,
not by chance,
but by design,
so that with all measure
of good faith we might
secure and cloister
them away from all
that is of the better
nature.

Still...
the gnashing of teeth
upon bones of long
dead and past actions
or fears,
does on nights that
the chamber is empty
except for the passing
wraiths of time
disturb our
sleep.

I cannot expunge this
reviled and hated part
of my kingdom
without...
also taking that which
has made me appreciate
the softness of another's touch
or the beauty of simple
sun upon mornings pane..

So I curse these dreams...
and with wailing to match
those of the imprisoned memories
walk the ramparts looking always
eastward for the rising sun
and enough light..
to see the scars
from other battles
and other
times

ethome
Member Patricius

since 2000-05-14

Posts 11858
New Brunswick Canada

1 posted 2001-06-13 04:45 PM

               "I cannot expunge this
                reviled and hated part
                of my kingdom
                without...
                also taking that which
                has made me appreciate
                the softness of another's touch
                or the beauty of simple
                sun upon mornings pane.."

That's real good writing!

The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up
spaces of consciousness and resistance; to language oppressions; to
re-language historie

nakdthoughts
Member Laureate

since 2000-10-29

Posts 19200
Between the Lines

2 posted 2001-06-13 05:00 PM

So I curse these dreams...
and with wailing to match
those of the imprisoned memories
walk the ramparts looking always
eastward for the rising sun
and enough light..

if you write like this even in your sleep, your dreams must be wonderful
*S

~Wynter

"The worst prison would be a closed heart".
...Pope John Paul II

VAS
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-11-16

Posts 7450
Oregon

3 posted 2001-06-13 05:08 PM

oh yes, the dregs of one's history bringing insomnia to the fore

so hard to shut it off, so hard to endure

fantastically woven

Secret Whisper
Member

since 2001-01-25

Posts 298
Through the Looking Glass

4 posted 2001-06-13 07:13 PM

I love your writing. This is truly magnificent. But... My mother always told me that there are two worthless emotions: Worry and Regret.

WOnderful write.

"We also know how cruel the truth often is, and we wonder whether delusion is not more consoling."- Henri Poincare (1854-1912)

Logan
Senior Member

since 2001-05-28

Posts 1641
Arkansas

5 posted 2001-06-13 07:22 PM

Ahhh, very well said, however, you can plow the bittersweet with the good, and raise a crop that is pleasing to the palate. We learn from the bad experiences, which only makes the good memories more worthwhile...gentle smile

snowpants
Member Elite

since 2000-09-16

Posts 2061
KS

6 posted 2001-06-13 09:43 PM

'I cannot expunge this
reviled and hated part
of my kingdom
without...
also taking that which
has made me appreciate
the softness of another's touch
or the beauty of simple
sun upon mornings pane..'

Excellently written, cpat hair...you've penned some great lines...

sp

I hopelessly, helplessly, wonder why
Everything gotta change around me
I’d tell it to your face,
But you lost your face along the way...

Watersign6
Senior Member

since 2001-05-25

Posts 823
Hurricane,WV

7 posted 2001-06-13 09:45 PM

Wowza! this is a great write

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