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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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DAWN < !signature-->The sun's arriving, day is breaking. Had I slept, I'd probably be waking. The golden glow gleams through the sky. Roosters crow and sparrows cry. Soft winds blow Spring fresh through the air. Peace and harmony linger everywhere. Where joy and grace almost take form, And pure bliss breaks free from winter's dorm. As a kiss caroms off a cloud, Set high in the sky, white and proud. The eagle floats on wide spread wings. A bell tolls softly, an angel sings... With emotion as pure as lightning is bold, The ideas of youth, ideal to the old. But sanctity is the prize that's won When wings of wax fly too close to the sun. You see I learned one day in my mid-teens I could be the king of a million queens. But the slap on the face found so tragic, Showed holding a princess takes more than magic. Diamonds become glass, gold turns to tin. Doors open wide but you can't walk in. Tears roll slow down a bruised cheek, But there is no mercy for the meek, No compassion for the weak. There is no heaven for the poor, There's no fulfillment for the whore! There's no satisfaction for the rich, And there is no cure for the seven year itch. There is no future for the prophet, There is no time if you can't stop it! There is no penance for the preacher, And there is no love if you can't reach her... Dreams can die before they're born. Vacant eyes reveal a soul been torn. Where a blond nightmare lies on my left In a bed far empty of love, bereft. Where darkness looms in every hour, In shades of gloom, stale and sour. And faceless scabs crawl to my side In the creepy caverns where I hide. Still that streaking glare spits heat my way, Blinding my sight with the dawn of day. Peeking at me through the blind To the deepest corners of my mind. Where fragments of who I once was live, When I used to feel, walk, talk, and give. The remnants of a man who once, proud, stood When morality had value, when love was good. Where dreams were real, where hearts didn't weep. Where it felt good to just breathe deep. And I could close my eyes without the fears, For I heard the magic within my ears... As precious images of youth dangled, In my mind - around my legs, tangled. Ah, that purest of love, that innocence, Diminished!!! And the voices sing and ring and clang, Every little echo, a driving pang. Who the hell's sleeping in my bed? What rancid thought roams through this head? What in God's name is happening to me? My eyes are open, but I can't see! I only see red in the purest state, Toasting the dead in a dance ill of fate. Where's the rage stem from, what's the source? Will the swinging pendulum ever run its course? Am I hiding the answers, not even knowing? Killing all seeds before they start growing... Dreaming of dying, or dying from dreaming, Falling or flying, laughing or screaming? Floating or sinking, to the eye, to the bone, I stand on the brink of another day, alone! Michael Anderson For all behind was dark and drear, And all before was night and fear. How many hours of night or day In those suspended pangs I lay, I could not tell; I scarcely knew If this were human breath I drew. Lord Byron [This message has been edited by Michael (edited 03-10-2000).] |
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Danny Holloway Member Elite
since 2000-01-15
Posts 2034Tulsa, OK |
Michael, your poetic mind is endless. Inspired by that lonliness I suppose. Nice work, as usual. |
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JOY 14 Senior Member
since 1999-09-22
Posts 1419Wisconsin USA |
I have no words. No words because I was so taken in by this poem. I have to go sit and wait for this undescribably good poem to sink in. Okay, I just have a couple of words! lol!  "When wings of wax fly too close to the sun" Absolutely my favorite line. Don't ask my why, I just love that!Joy |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
I too loved the Icarian reference... kinda made me read the rest of this as a "fable-wanna-be." In this ditty, you've addressed more than one issue in my life, and shown that it can equal to the same thing, having company and being alone. Rockin' ditty my friend! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
With emotion as pure as lightning is bold, The ideas of youth, ideal to the old. But sanctity is the prize that's won When wings of wax fly too close to the sun. You see I learned one day in my mid-teens I could be the king of a million queens. But the slap on the face found so tragic, Showed holding a princess takes more than magic. Diamonds become glass, gold turns to tin. Doors open wide but you can't walk in. ***Tears roll slow down a bruised cheek, But there is no mercy for the meek, No compassion for the weak.*** ------------------ Still that streaking glare spits heat my way, Blinding my sight with the dawn of day. Peeking at me through the blind To the deepest corners of my mind. Where fragments of who I once was live, When I used to feel, walk, talk, and give. The remnants of a man who once, proud, stood When morality had value, when love was good. ---------------- my god M, this one leaves me without words...(for the second time this week)... this is truly exceptional...my vocabulary lacks the expressions...sincerely... still in awe...janet marie |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
A simple, trite, reply, typed meekly by serenity: "Dawn is no beginning for those who don't sleep. Laughter's no joy for those who don't weep." You are a man of the spirit, Michael. I know you know that there is a greater joy waiting for you. And it will be incredible... (sorry, couldn't resist! lol) |
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Alwye
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Member Elite
since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
Extremely powerful. This really struck me. Especially: And the voices sing and ring and clang, Every little echo, a driving pang. Who the hell's sleeping in my bed What rancid thought roams through this head? What in God's name is happening to me? My eyes are open, but I can't see! Phenomenal work. *Krista Knutson* "Every moment marked with apparitions of your soul...." ~*Sarah McLachlan- Do What You Have To Do*~ |
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Lost Dreamer Member Elite
since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464Somewhere near the Rainbow |
Michael, This is amazing, what a writer you are. I started reading this thinking O.K. he's writing a bright poem in dark, then the intensity of the poem began and held me hostage to the end, not even sure it might still have me...LOL excellent! |
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Mistikman Senior Member
since 2000-01-10
Posts 682San Jose, CA, USA |
Michael, I dont quite know what to say... This poem is incredible. I have problems taking a poem past 4 or 5 stanzas of 4 lines each, but GEEZE MAN!!! How do you do it? This poem blew my mind. 72 lines of dark poetic grace at its best. I commend you on this one Michael, I think it is the best I have read from you. |
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Michael
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Danny, endless, indeed, me thinks and definately inspired by my "aloneness" Joy - my favorite line too - it epitomizes the death of hope and the frailty of chimeric dreams to me. Chris - you hit it on the head - "loneliness isn't in being alone, loneliness is "alone" in being. janet - me thinks I wrote SOOO much here I din't leave much to be said....i'm glad to have awed you once more.  serenity - I'm jealous. You say in 4 lines what I couldn't get across in 70... Thank you for the intrigue ...what a marvelous little ditty that was. Krista, hadn't expected you in here but I knew if anyone could, you could relate to this one. Glad to see you here, stick around a little - we're not all that bad. (well, maybe just a few of us). Gloria - you know, I think this is what happens when you try to write a happy poem when you're really just wanting to explode...LOL It just knind of snowballed on me after the end of the second stanza. Mistikman, This is the kind of poetry I write much of but often don't ever post - It gets extreme at times... This one took more than 10 minutes, btw...probably at least 25...LOL at the line count. Thanks, bud. Just want to say thanks to each and everyone one of you. I will be gone for the weekend - so expect me back on monday sometime. and bee good.....just because the teachers away don't mean you can wreak havoc in here...LOL Michael |
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StarrGazer Senior Member
since 2000-03-05
Posts 679Texas |
Diamonds become glass, gold turns to tin. Doors open wide but you can't walk in. Tears roll slow down a bruised cheek, But there is no mercy for the meek, No compassion for the weak. Where dreams were real, where hearts didn't weep. Where it felt good to just breathe deep. And I could close my eyes without the fears, For I heard the magic within my ears... Very beautiful, and touching... these lines just seemed to capture me lessons learned ... and the wish to go back to the world of innocence... think that everyone has these desires you have a great gift of being able to put them into words i envy your ability more with each poem I read !!! ~*Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear*~ |
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