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When Katy Dreams
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When Katy Dreams |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows 
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Old town, new world, no one left alive who knew me when my blood could hold a full charge of oxygen; when I lived by blade and gun. I was so little thinking that I had it made, sleeping with the best face on the tightest body in the room; I was the avenging angel for a price, the instrument that ran behind the nice as politics applied the catalysts of doom. Where were you, back then, oh, I know still deciding to be born; does this thing I feel disturb your dreams? Is it for you what it seems to be, for me? Yet, you are free. Do you know, I wonder in this chilly early mountain dawn, do you know how lightly upon old killing fields is your freedom drawn? I am, far too old to act upon the shock wave of pure familiarity, this joy I feel when you walk by in crowded rooms; if nothing else, I’ve learned reality may be deferred but never will it stand still to be denied. How, could I tell you when you were in diapers I had long since been bathed in blood? While you were dreaming precious girlish dreams of knights and castles, I was spilling life from demons in a dying world you can never understand. It was my destiny to spend a life as help, to save a world that always will prefer to forget that I and others like me ever needed to exist. Perhaps you will one day see, as a survivor, I am on the list of ideas best forgotten. ©2007 by icebox . |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
It must be something rare when one knows their destiny and fulfills it. I've actually been wondering about that myself lately. To have participated in changing the future must be a real trip...at first a rush, but later a burden....and finally, probably very humbling. "if nothing else, I’ve learned reality may be deferred but never will it stand still to be denied" Ah, there's the rub! *hugs*....jo |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
"reality may be deferred but never will it stand still to be denied." Well said, icebox. Looking back is never easy but perhaps someone somewhere knew you would be a survivor and you are one. That says a lot. |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
Sometimes I read poetry like this as an observer. I can be detached and feel words, but walk away not holding them close to me. It's like I feel the poetry but it does not sustain me or linger long. Well, this poem does not do that. I read it - read it again. And saw how much you shared with us in these words and lines. One of the first things that I did was share it with a much loved friend of mine --one who I felt would understand, maybe feel your poem on a level that I will never be able to understand or feel. Then I read it again. And, again, I was swept away thinking of you .. when you were "so little thinking that I had it made." Thank you. Alison |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"Do you know, I wonder in this chilly early mountain dawn, do you know how lightly upon old killing fields is your freedom drawn?" this poem is a stopper stopped me too and made me think and feel those lines thank you for this |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Thank you all for reading this and for taking the time to comment. I appreciate it more than I can say. |
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