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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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THE DEAD Somewhere between this world, unseen, And realms ever void of time... Convoluted quiescence is rooted In the sounding of Death's chime. That monotone ringing eerily singing, I hear the call within my head. No intention, no conscience intervention, I Walk hand in hand with the dead. Faces glaring, eyeballs staring At me, their living privity. Voices crying from undying Souls held in captivity. A soft intermingling tingling Runs a cold chill up my spine. The touch lingers from dead fingers Pressing their will into mine. Dreaming awake I can't near slake The contempt felt in spirits lost. I close my eyes to realize I've no exempt at any cost. A voiceless scream surely would seem To echo the death of hope within. A silent cry from a glossless eye That never pays the price of Sin. Mindless plotting, body rotting, I wander, life an open grave. Held within hand a slipping sand, The one hope I have left to save. A timeless waltz of mirrored faults, My head spins in a pirouette... No reprieving the misconceiving, I'm dead, I just don't know it yet. ------------------ Michael Anderson The coldest lies are often told in silence. [This message has been edited by Michael (edited 12-15-1999).] |
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poetFemmeFatale Member Elite
since 1999-07-25
Posts 2646Arkansas |
Tis true what they say, you write your best when you're in darkness. However, I don't wish to see you that way....forgive me Michael, for I am struggling to see the light myself....but not because of you. ------------------ ~~ Lift your head high - spread your "words" and fly - - poetFemmeFatale |
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Watcher666 Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 1606 |
Dark and eloquent...liked this much! ------------------ Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you. |
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JennyLee Senior Member
since 1999-09-01
Posts 1461Northwestern, NJ. |
Michael, the last two lines have roots deep in my soul. Souls held in captivity...ah I have been praying for days that my soul would no longer be captivated. Thank-you. JL ------------------ Love is an attempt at penetrating another being,But it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual. |
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D.B. Whyte Member
since 1999-10-27
Posts 94Crest Hill, IL, USA |
A timeless waltz of mirrored faults, ---my head spins in a pirouette even as I write these words. Another smithy strikes the iron of the art form and shapes a gleaming sword of cutting chill. D.B. ------------------ Mirror, mirror, I confess I can't escape this, emptiness No more reason to pretend Here comes that same old feelin' again ----------------Snowblind ................STYX |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Thank you for the comments. Femme, you need not ask my forgiveness, I know what you are going through. Enjoy your vacation and stay warm knowing I am waiting for you. |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Well a dark mood in you Michael, is still a beautiful thing! I loved this and can relate totally..  ------------------ Through poetry my heart and soul truly sing... ~Isis~ (Daughter of Mystery) |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
Michael, this was dark. But eerie too, those bells I've heard. Never knew what they were. Glad I don't hear them anymore. Well written, enough to give ya chills. |
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russelle Junior Member
since 1999-11-02
Posts 21Chicago, Il. USA |
voices crying from undying souls held in captivity this is wonderful Michael, i loved it, this one is frightning, the rythm rings eerily and adds so much, i loved it russelle |
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